Panopticon Solstice

A few summers ago I wrote a very dry song a bout the end of the world. It seemed the only appropriate response to a topic I could see in the beginning of a re-trend... an uprising of subject matter discussed casually, if you will.
But people have always talked about the end of the world.
How funny is that?

I am grateful for the professor who taught me to think beyond the initial definition we apply to the word "apocalypse"


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Happy New Year

i've had a journal that i've written in here and there since the seventh grade.

i used to hide it under the recliner in my room.

somewhere along the way i ripped out a bunch of pages,

i was worried that someone would read them and know how i really felt.

when i went to college it came with me.

i used to hide it in the bottom of the drawer i kept my pants in.

upon reading the older entires i noticed the missing pages, 

i wanted to know how i used to feel and what caused me to feel that way.

here i am living my life in the city.

i keep it right out on the top of my desk.

looking back and laughing i am flooded with emotion, 

i want to let someone to read it and have a better understanding of who i am.

i know myself, 

and no one knows me.

heh

I Did my laundry today
Timer say it caught me offguard

even though, even if

 I set it
butReady
wellI reckon

i'm fading,
faster.
falling,
slower.

everything is clear,
everything is fine.

my heart is beating,
faster,
i'm breathing,
slower.

  Illiterate

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What a wav can't be a video? 

that's how you want to play this game,
i give up,
i can't keep up,
i feel badly.

you lose.

hey,
how's things?

i've been walking a lot,
but it's been increasingly harder to breathe.
since moving to my new apartment it's been harder to feel content.
chain smoking,
caffeine,
headache.
i don't have anyone to trust,
i don't care to trust anyone else.

it's finally getting to me,
i miss you man.

it finally happened,
failure.

it's about to happen,
anxiety.