fantasies of the demented soul

i tink i'm going crazy.
or i tink i mite be goin crazy.
or maybe i'm already fucking mental.

another lonely memory
i'm walking along this empty street,
all by myself, always all by myself.
the street is lit, but
just.
every step i take,
i can hear the soles of my feet,
crunching against the gravel beneath.
i look up, watch as the clouds drift past,
watch as the naked sky slowly disappear.
a cat crouches along the sidewalk,
its eyes watch me,
my eyes watch her,
motionless.
all around, i can feel
the world slowly dying.
and i know, in time,
i shall move as the world does.
closer and closer,
to...

sigh. theres so many things i want to do. but i'm jus soooo lazy. its like, i want to do smthn, but in the end i end up at the stupid comp, doin shit and wasting my life away. wonderful.

and i want to learn to smile.