Presentimental

Today is just another ordinary day. You get up to dread the daily routine your bound to face, something you seem to never amount to conquer or control. You've never noticed the color of your toothbrush before. Today will only be another ordinary day. Whether or not you become aware of certain details that haven't effected you in any way or any shape or form. One foot step after another.1

You've been dreaming lately. That is, remembering the flickering images that come to mind when you drift off to a blank stare. Day dreaming, are you? We both have come to the conclusion that something is just no longer what it use to be. Do you have any idea how easy it is to lose interest in something? That in a quick instance you could lose faith and become bored. And you are oblivious to the fact that you have now hurt something. Or someone, that is.2

Again, your ceiling screams out at you. Worry. Your skin is crawling with a nervous twitch as you swat away what you thought was a fly. The stereo plays, something in the back of your mind. You try to switch the positions. The music with your inner negativity's that popped out so clearly this morning.3

Today, was suppose to be an ordinary day. You were to get up and aimlessly waste time and to make that one phone call that was to soon end and nothing more. You lack plans, but you have motivation that was created from the boredom you were drooling with earlier. For now, I think I should take a step outside.4

The sun rose to the highest point in the half circle we stood in. It was the brightest it's ever been, the wind was light and there was a gentle rain that fell constantly and slowly through time. The farther away I walked, the more I seemed closer to something I would soon raze through, the village would be oblivious to my presence and my war. Chaotic it seems, I know because I am.5

I inhaled the fresh breeze just to find I choked on the entire emptiness of the far out blank sunset. My eyes could see all the way through to the edge of the world, right smack into nothing. It formed an emotion of suicide yet, I've never felt so stiff and alive. It's simple really, to watch the swinging of your demise, to realise that it's really based off nothing. I think your stupid, to become so weak, to succumb to a style that you never thought you would enjoy. You enjoy it. Something new came to be in the way and your adjusting yourself...willingly. Bleeding out the compromises of why you appreciate what you have now. But, you tend to be swung back into your hole with worry that it will run away. Far, far away.6

Lets go back in, I need to know the time.7

Minutes flipped on the clock. I introduced myself to my very own voice. He is my voice. He was introduced. Today, you will face your ordinary day with your stupid metaphor. He is the metaphor. The thought in your mind, the movement in your eyes, and the conscience that you despise. I've learned that if you listen, you will only end up repeating in reply. Your to loud to be able to listen. Shut up.8

You think this is an ordinary thought process that I just wake up with? Well, it is. And nothing looked so disgusting in my life...I'm talking about the worry that slammed itself into my ears the moment I opened my eyes.9