So there is this brick wall I keep hitting. It’s like I am running full speed knowing I need to be somewhere and even worse, I am late. And I turn my head, just for a second, to see where I have been.
BAM!
My skull is broken open and I am laying on the floor, confused as to where this brick wall came from. I mean I knew it was there all along but for some reason I thought I could pass through it. I thought, if I could think fast enough and run even faster that the brick wall would just be like, “well alright, looks like you know what you’re doing, have a good life.” But No, sneaky ever fucking bastard of a moment, the nerve of saying no! I was just fucking fine and I would have been fine if it wasn’t for this shit.
I still don’t believe I’ve hit the wall in the first place. My brain is slowly oozing out and I am twice as confused as I ever was, even though only moments ago I had it all figured out. And son of bitch, if you can believe it, the only thing I can think or want or even comprehend was the very thing I was running from in the first place. And I want it real bad.
Suddenly the brick wall melts into two hissing snakes, which if you look close enough are actually shoe laces. My mother did always tell me tie those up. If you have ever wondered about your sanity and you find your self splayed across the ground, brain oozing, confused, soar all over, and missing the things your pretty sure you never wanted to see again, and convinced that your snake shoe laces are about to devour your feet than my friends I hate to tell you this, but your sane. Sane as brick wall.
