before going to sleep.

mixed feelings and scowls, dirty looks and evil eyes and wishes. Wishes of what I cannot tell. To move on? to get rid of? Lets keep going. Dirty hands and dirty faces its so hard to keep clean. Bored to tears and jerked to jeers and nothing ever seems to last. Happiness is such a fleating concept yet we want more than anything. I've dubbed myself the rambling man and it's a title that seems to stick unlike biologist database engineer or "good person". Eyes feeling so heavy yet emotions keep them open. I hate his sensation. I've felt it many times before. It never goes away yet never seems to stay which I guess is good but it makes me wonder which state of mind is real and which one comes and goes. Crushing is such nice word when it describes so much. a feelin and a sound....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... fucking birds you have wings fly somewhere else and chirp on someone elses window...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... good night.