Buttery pretzels
"Friday Jam-session"
Cry-laughing
Laugh-crying?
Trying to impress people
Trying to look impressive
Trying to hide what i can be

I feel a haze over my eyes, or rather my mind
In the mornings on my way to the shower i feel so perfectly blunt with life and clear sighted
It resembles being naked, laying on cold stone
My mind is naked in the morning

Throughout the day a fuzz seems to grow
Of daily worries and small victories and the ups and downs of superficial friendships that i look forward to breaking in may of 2010
Fuzz of little anxieties that frighten me that this might actually be my life and who i am
Fuzz of disgust
Fuzz of guilt

And when i lay my head down again at night i am so at exhausted that this world of fuzz becomes my bed and i rest from my thought with intention of coming back to it

But when i wake it is gone and i am naked again
My mind is naked again

I guess this is the way it's going to be for a while