I hate rationality.

But it's all I've got left.

One day one of these fantasies I play in my head will actually be carried out.

Once I decide it's rational to do something irrational.

Heart

Like a turning clock

Speak a rhythm

Consistent, structured, calming

It shall be imperfect

Yet it will do the best it can

It speaks from the innermost self

Clouded eyes cannot understand

They block the mind

The mind can not understand

The rhythm doesn't lie

When it speaks

Of love, of happiness, of peace

It does not lie

Though the clouded mind's eye can not comprehend

It is harder to see

Love, happiness, or peace

Than it is to see

Imperfection, loss, sadness

Mind Vomit

I don't want to sleep.

Because I don't want to wake up again.

I feel the shittiest in the morning and at night. 

I hate this stasis I'm in. 

I tried to write music again.

I have nothing to write about. 

I'm so bored.

None of this is making any sense.