I'm tired and listless today. I didn't rest last night due to the dreams. I am now settled in my calm rage. Numbness takes over, and my indifference starts to set in. Massive obstacles pop up in my path. I try to simply go around them most days. This time, I had to climb over. I'm now resting in the corner. Lost, and don't care. Without the reassuring hand of gravity, I would surely stray and float out of sight. I would leave all these obstacles securely in my road, and simply fly over them all. Self-induced chaos and madness consumes me most the time; but sometimes legitimate issues that are not of my control, add to the theme. This is a re-occurring dream loop that has developed into my own personal hell... It's spawned from the things I hate the most about myself... I can blame 99% of this shit on that devious image starring back from the mirror...