stomach feels like its eating itself.
it does this everyday, then it passes.
it starts making all this corruption and i feel like i cant move for a minute
then it goes away..
trying to make sense of sense.
but i never understand what i write.
or understand very much at all.
i guess im like one who hears what they wanna hear.
(big downfall)
-so im trying to make progress
even though its become a slow progress on changing.
letting inner me out.
but its hard, and i cant think of how to do it without being judged.
even though i dont know who would be judging me, at the same time i feel like its the whole world.
i found words so misplaced last night,
but they make so much sense to me.
sense in the senseless.
understanding in the misunderstood.
those be my type of people, those be my type of words..
stomach still eating stomach
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