Silverfish

Juised

I wonder what it's like to feel completely free of everything.

Every day is a new something–another plaguing existence testing my very worn will to live.

I win, usually, but some times are more trying than others.

I like to keep myself distracted with every kind of creative outlet imaginable which really does work.

But of course, as aforementioned, I do fall short sometimes.

And those "sometimes" are particularly exhausting.

I find myself sitting alone then, closed off from everyone and everything, contemplating.

What that contemplation is? I'm not sure.

It's always so unclear, which is what makes it so upsetting.

Regardless, I'm alone, and the world is juiced.

My world is pressed and squeezed as far as it can go, dripping everywhere and causing a terrible mess.