Inkpaw

If I were to drop dead 
right here
right now
or disappear
into thin air
how many people would actually care
would you even blink
or even stop to think
or would you just brush it off

it happened again
I don't know what it means 
or why 
but this time it was bad
everything blacked out 
but it lasted longer this time 
and this time it hurt
it left my head and neck feeling tingly 

when the wind starts blowing

the wolves are calling 

and the moon is full and bright

you can hear them whisper

hear them sing

you can hear them dance 

and talk of wild things

my mind: Hmm

me: please be quiet

my mind: you be quiet, your complaining aint helping me figure out this cube root problem

me: frig cube roots, and shut up so I can sleep

It's loud
The kind of loud that beats against the inside of your skull
In never ending waves 
The kind of loud makes the back of your eyes ache 
It's loud
The kind of loud that's so unbearably insufferable 

frustration runs trough my head
a river of negative thoughts
this happened 
that's broken 
and oh boy the computer's almost dead.
I guess I should go back to bed
cause life doesn't seem like a nice thing today.