fever//flu-ed.

this is sick.i am sick.everyone needs a change once in awhile.i've heard that somewhere in an Oasis song i think.very true.there is something profoundly wrong with my life and i cannot put a finger on it.not even a toe.it's like a churning in your stomache you cannot locate.and you want to search but ure lazy.lacking the will to set it right.and do you know how unattractive it is to have no will anymore.people thrive on energy.and ive lost it.and so what i can do is follow motion.like from day to day,coffee to coffee,club to club,whiskey to whiskey,cigarette to cigarette,bed to bed.and everyone wants to spice things up abit.break the cycle...like the second Staind album.but you need a strong sense of spirit for that.a sense of spirit i flushed down sometime somewhen somewhere.

clutch.brake.crash.

drunk on ice.
the streets are orange,
with the light in my eyes.
the wheel
steers
home.
american hi-fi playing on the hi fi.
i stare at the road.
white lines whizz.
block after block after block.
a l o n e
and i know it.these cigarettes
dont converse anymore.
crash.
how long before i crash?
i wait for someone with a heart
to take me home.