Danger

I'm sick of being sick. I have an exam on Monday and I've done nothing for it. I just want to stay in bed and listen to the Chili Peppers. But shit, I start my new job on Saturday. Sort of told her that I'm a master of excel. I'm not. Filing for minimum wage, I don't know why I said yes to be honest. Among the fields of barley. I want time to write, that's all. I want to write something for you. I want to fix whatever is wrong. I don't know what to do.


Here's a secret.

I want to stand between the platforms at the station. The tracks stretch out indefinitely. I want to walk between the rails. Into the horizon.

1 word responses. I feel like I'm trying to keep this ship afloat single-handed.