Anywhere Else?
I am
One
With
My
Phone
And all of the entertainment
That’s on it
And I cannot seem to separate myself from it
But
If I am being honest
I haven’t tried that hard to do that.
I am
One
With
My
Bed
And all of the comfort
That comes with it
And
I cannot seem to get myself out of it
But
If I am being honest
I haven’t tried that hard.
I am
What I eat
I know this
But
I cannot seem
To stop eating
Shit food
And
I am not trying that hard
To stop.
. . .
. . .
“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else in the world than here.”
“Is that really how I seem?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I want to be here.”
“Do you really?”
“Yeah! I do!”
“Well, alright then. But, are you happy?”
“I’m alright.”
“Really?”
“I think so.”
“Okay.”
. . .
. . .
“It looks like you’d rather be anywhere else than where you are right now.”
Another haunting statement by a friend, that’ll stick with me for awhile.
. . . What the hell has happened to me?
Since when
did I
start looking
like a Russian??
I heard that the Russians are not ignorant to the suffering of the world—like we are in America—and that is why they look and act so stoic. But, I am not so sure that’s why I seem this way to others.
-CH