if you seek amy

Inspiration is slim. In every sense of the word. It appears in random flashes vicariously. At different times during any given day I find myself taking a step back; retorting from the given reality that has formed itself through each decision, each question asked, each weakness omitted. I find myself wondering why failure overrules success, why I feign to fuck it up. Thinking is just another way of escape. It's a catch 22, really. No choice but to be a mindless drone, either way you're fucked. In every sense of the word.