Make Everything Ok

I'm living it up,
trying to rest before the storm.

Just realized,
it's not so much about the work,
then the mindset,
then the stress.

sigh. tough.

cure's nowhere to be found.

maybe a physical escape.


And he sat at the same old dusty corner of the room, like he had every day at five o'clock. Staring out at the ceiling of his room, legs curled up and tucked in his chest, he would disappear. No one could find him, no matter how they shouted, shoved or pushed. For that few moments in time, he could roam his world, running through the green fields, diving in the deepest oceans, staring up at the night sky with the girl of his dreams. 


For that few moments every day,
he was free.

I want a refund.

not what i signed up for.

and i swear i'm going nuts.

concentration levels taking a dip,
haven't had a proper sleep in forever.

I need to get out.

Maybe after the high-key.

Learn the magic words,
and go poof.