Sitting in the staring sun, the rays pour from the gods. I lay on the dewed grass, inside memories stir with emotions (not a good mix), I feel banal, I feel awkward. . . . . I feel nothing.

All I can hear is self indulgent nonsense, twittering twitter on a real life, vain, bane of my life facefuck.

I don't feel like moving one inch, I want to stay here for eternity or until I feel bored or hungry.

I hear everyone around me, white noise, dragging your nails down a blackboard, a constant sore.