I Am Lost In Life

My entourage of flaws and I are now lying on my bed, calculating the odds of what we think is everything. The negative epithets have clustered and now seem to be exerting pressure against the inside of my head. I've become agitated. My pessimism has enveloped me and now I need to crash out of the air, land between my covers, and let go. Think happy thoughts. Cope. Everything is beautiful, somewhere in your fcking head. Go there. Stay awhile.