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