nowhere man

You ever have those moments when you just stop and think, “wait, why the hell am I here?”

You ever have one of those moments stretch into months and months at a time?


I’m trying to journal more often, but it’s hard when nothing’s happening and inspiration is dried up. It’s like trying to get blood from a stone, or water from the moon. The words turn brittle and crumble to dust, whether they’re on the tip of my tongue or my fingers. The world has become too huge and too tiny all at once. I wish I could make friends, I wish…I just wish, wish, wish.

I don’t like this timeline and I don’t know how or why I slipped into it.