hmm

I’d drink away the day, but there’s still tomorrow, and the day after. A rest? I don’t know when, and it’s getting to me this perpetual motion, the pendulum that never slows down, and I am running out. Nothing left really. I just keep going, not knowing when I’ll fall down, and if I get up. I don’t think so, but who cares. Another day, and I still don’t care. What’s the use? Damned if I know, and maybe I already am, but still ignorant.