Drowning

The world is spinning at a faster and faster rotation. We lose days by the millisecond every time the earth stretches, and I feel it getting shorter and shorter. Those closest condemn, those further away praise...and I am left to decipher the complexities of absurd communication patterns. Why can't it all be cut and paste? What attrocities have been had that keeps me in such a transitionary state. I keep waiting for the clarity and serenity, but it is as if my mind now only feeds off the tragic, and without it, I am useless. My role in life is both daunting and rewarding; the neverending mixture leaves me alone. No one stays consistent-everyone goes home to another. I may have passed the jumping point and now I am left without any light.

Fucking depressing.