Lobotomy

I feel kind of sick today, in the tummy. I am not sure whether it be for the multitude of reasons that tend to plague me, or it just wasnt my side of the bed this morning.

You came back, which is great. You with your free spirit and ridiculous nature. And now what do I do with that, the 9 day plague till I leave and no longer suffer from you.

Or suffer from anyone, I never know who the 'you' is I talk about or write about. It could be me, it could actually be you, or it could be some sort of crazy person I dont know but insist on stalking. Either way you feel further away from me than you ever have, which makes me really quite beside myself. It makes me wonder what the next few months will bring me. So what am I doing and what am I going to do with me?

Abort abort, lobotomy lobotomy. Please bring the chisel so we can start this all again!

Ah ahhhh ahhhh

Who are you and where are we? I dont know most of you and you dont know parts of me. Disconnected. Slightly lost amongst rubble. Stupid rubble. There is no much shrapnel through me that I am almost scared to pick it out incase that ever important artery is there to pump out the last remnants of me. You rewrite it. You take the script and edit it. I look forward to developing the ability sometimes to edit you.

We can only wish. We can only hope. Who are you and who am I? Who am I to you to mourn?