SLOT 1:
ComeAlight
SLOT 2:
Partner-in-crime
Ask Google For AnswersTonight I told Google
That I'm feeling depressed
And in a 28th of a second
It gave me 28 million results
Of ways to diagnose
Or find a pick me up
From coasting these deep blue waves
Telling me that there's a 71% chance
Why I cant sleep at night cause
Cyclothmia is my most likely disease
But it doesn't soothe my sleepless nights
Or make the boss' criticisms hurt any less.
Don't make my shakes
Stop
I need an early night
And to laugh more
At things I find funny
Stop eating junk-food
And have a spa night
Or maybe go for a jog
Go,
Seek out the doctor
And he'll give you more
Of those little relax pills
That make your hands freeze
And your stomach churn
Maybe tell your mother
To put her blood pressure up
Or your sorta best friend
Who doesn't really care
And watch these motivational videos
That make you tear up and want held
But,
Everyone's out
Again.
And no one worthwhile comes online.
Keep rockin', all you dudes and dudettes!
Love from germany,
Yours,
Sascha
A Waiting GameA Waiting game.
Left, right, left, right, turn, look at sign, head down. Left, right, left, right, turn, look at sign. I had been pacing for over an hour now. Going back and forth glancing at the sign which at present glared the angry, red words “DO NOT ENTER” at me. I couldn’t stand still. I couldn’t read. Even the lumpy leather chair could not persuade me to end my routine. The echo of a clock offered little comfort. A clammy sweat clung on my skin; refusing to release its grasp as I wiped my bottom lip with the back of my hand. I was beginning to panic.
Suddenly my tie was too tight; even with the top bottom of my shirt undone; the room was suddenly too warm; my breathing too loud. I felt helpless. I couldn’t see hear or even smell what was going on. The doors below the sign grew with each passing second. It seemed as if two simple swinging doors had become like a tall brick wall, designed to keep things out. I needed to get behind them. I regretted our deci