westid

Sometimes, I feel like all the people sat around or convened, if you want – are just saying what they do because they have a list of things that day they need to get done. There is no protocol in any of the services that I work with for when someone who has been suffering their entire life suddenly gets a million times worse. Sometimes, it’s like a piss take goes on a bit too long, or often, or too fucking long and very fucking often

Sometimes, when you’re looking through me I catch you looking at me for a nano – second. It doesn’t matter when it happened or who did this, but for a very brief moment in an entire universe-worth of things that exist; contact. Sometimes, a fond memory takes my mind off it – that – enough to let me forget all about it all

Sometimes these people should hurry up, they require licensure – so I know for a fact all these other drivers had to pass the same tests and measures that I did, and most likely at the same, just as anal-retentive at-the-time, standard

Sometimes I can hear the wind chimes along a lazy breeze, ambient. That’s when all thought gave way completely and I am lost in you so much there is nothing left in the universe that matters

Sorry, sometimes I get carried away . . .

. . . expected to wake up on the other side