Chronicles of a HeadCase.

No answers, no directions. All these choices point to the same conclusion.

Spending day after day, reclused into the skin deep shell of hollow surfaces.

No rest for the wicked and no more jest left in me.

Pieces of a puzzle that just doesn’t fit anywhere in this picture.

Numb to these eternal white discussions

Numb to this endless daydream of satellites and stars

Numb to my recurring slip into reality

Numb to the constant battle of reaching for something more than myself

No answer… nothing left to desire from our conclusion

speaking day after day about these shallow reflections

No rest for the wicked, just a mess in me

while trying to piece myself together to form a picture

Numb to these eternal white discussions

Numb to this endless daydream of satellites and stars

Numb to my recurring slip into reality

Numb to the constant battle of reaching for something more than myself

Don’t know what is left of me

or why the dream is dying

and I can’t remember why I am here

Now I feel nothing and I want to be something more than me

Numb but I follow my reasons

Numb but I won’t give up my daydreams of satellite and stars

Numb to slip back into your reality

Numb to become something other than me

Numb to be something more than me

more than me and more than you for me.

~ by case on September 20, 2005.