I'm so tired of drifting through life.
dragging my feet,
not knowing or caring which way I'm heading.
The world turns around me
and I'm left behind.
I just sleep my way through life,
waking occasionally to glance around and
wonder how it is that I got here,
then drift off again into the misty recesses
that reside in the corner of my mind.
I want to join the living.
I want to feel alive.
But if I stay too long,
I may become too attached.
And it might all disappear.
There's too much pain,
too much loss in the real world.
It's much safer here,
where this hazy veil distances everything,
and everyone.
Yes, I'm tired,
but I will stay here as long as I can.
Drifting, floating, in a sea of numbness....
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