get me outta here. my bones ache and my legs are bound to get spider veins with all this sitting. how long does it actually take to develop those? i keep closing my eyes to stop them from crossing. but they just keep falling towards each other, pulling my eyelids as they go. i’d give anything to just lay down in my soft bed and stay there till winter. to let all the curling sinews loose in these muscles of mine; all the thoughts swirling around inside my head out. i need to get some pouring done. but i can’t do a damn thing just sitting at this desk watching the glow of my computer screen get more and more blurred. and this is my life. this is not my life. i live in the ephemeral space between here and there, constantly bursting and constantly fading. wake me up. cuz in the morning i’ll be making a brand new map and these tired limbs will be flailing towards a brand new day. i’m alive goddamn it.