strange thoughts run through my head after a week of depression and silence
i get so caught up in these thoughts i tend to forget or lose sight of reality

this evening i listened to an englishmen read algernon black while i read about nazis

i feel like i am inside someone else’s head as friends reach out to me and i just cannot

so i write write write and delete the bulk as garbage because i have no barometer
how can i ever become a household name when my name is not a name uttered in my own household

and he keeps rambling about shadows in the dark
i keep trying to pinpoint the exact location of goebbels in nineteen forty two for a short story no one will ever read

strange thoughts drift through my mind
i begin to question whether they are mine at all