Close your eyes.

Have you ever looked into a mirror and just thought to yourself "that doesn't look like me"?

I almost feel as if my identity has been stolen, awhile ago.

Laying here playing songs in my head phones...zoning out completely.

My legs went cold and numb

And my chills were sent up my spine with every lip-synced lyric.

Staring at my ceiling, eyes twitching.

Seeing things in my mirror and out of the corner of my eyes.

It's times like this...wait.

Is there some sort of ritual that you have to undergo to sell your soul? Or can it all simply vocalized.

One thing I'm not sure I mentioned after the day I said I went wandering around in the woods for awhile.

Upon leaving, I believe I did denounce my own soul, giving it up for grabs.

For whoever wanted it.

I feel good right now, and vulnerable.

But relaxed.

House has never been this quiet.

Honestly a little shaky about closing my eyes. Just losing morals as the days go by.


My Comcast box just flashed the number 42 before going back to the time.

My sisters number was 42 when she played football in high school. Maybe I should check up on here soon.

It's been almost a year since we've talked.

Well, that's what it feels like.