From [FW] with Luvz



 It's my day off.

It's another day off.

I did my time, I said my pieces. Cut off the mic, get me out  of here.

I've typed for your cause, I've ached for your cause.

I'm actually, factually THERE for your cause.

I like the underdogs, those not cheered for in the back or front --

-- But you know good and damn well they did their job.

Oh, I did my job too! I'm free, I'm free, I'm free!

It's only at the cost of my expenses. No big deal.

It's only at the cost of my sanity as I drag through the rubbish that is my sanity. That is a double entendre, just FYI should you can't keep up.

Oh, I can't keep up either -- where my mind's going

It wanders away as the tickets alt +F4 (Fact check me if I'm wrong, although I'm pretty sure...)

I had the door closed but now it's open to the emptiness.

Is it lack of thought or just too much?

Too much to unwind - that's mania, you see - too much ennui that makes a teenager sickened with your presence.

Am I speaking to the teenager that was me, when I type these things out?

On my days off I reflect and wonder

While I put myself into a multi-channeled game of Twister - no one wants to play, and I ain't invitin'.

Screens here and there, Paper with thoughts, thoughts, thoughts... Planner after planner checked and tallied like it's a DAMNED Fort Knox ledger.


Oh, it's only 2AM. 

Why did I take those BC Powders, they're doing their job too little too late.

I've probably done my job too little too late.

Maybe it's time to move on.

Maybe it's time to take a day off

and make it a day of MINE.



[I'ma play Slay The Spire! Maybe.]

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