undertow

Everything is tugging at my tail coats, everything, every which way. Pretending everything is fine and everything is nothing, it's unattainable, it's not an option. People ganging up and cornering me and pressure, pressure, pressure. No matter what you do, some animals are just meant to be wild. Some animals just need to be alone. Some animals just can't live with other animals.

Sometimes all that's left to do is eat ice cream, smoke green things and watch Lost until it all melts away and your eyes start to itch and you can't stop yawning and it's time to crash into the sea of nonsense and whim. Where language doesn't matter as much and everything is vibrant and spilling over itself and reaching out in every direction and exploding right before your eyes.