Funk

I see everything today, all the minuscule details. I woke up in a funk today, for the uninitiated it's the state of mind where you're zoning out every few minutes to your own world. A world full of fantasy, dark desire and primal urges. Two bottles of summer pale ale don't wake me up anymore, neither do the ultra light nicotine sticks. Nothing brings me back to the stark and razor sharp reality and I'm afraid I love it too much. I want to write, I have a feeling I have so much to give to me. I only write for me, to douse that fire lurking beneath. If I don't swat these nest of flies buzzing around I cannot move ahead. Speaking of ahead I don't think any of us have an idea of where this train is taking us, I think we lay down the tracks when there is nowhere to go, we keep making it up and then straight into a hospital or a grave or a pile of burning wood. Some lucky ones are cognitively functional enough to say a few words and touch the loved ones. I suddenly am losing the train of my thought, these days the sink holes keep coming and I dive in them. I need something beautiful or maybe someone exquisite, where are you? Come find me.