The Writing In The Stars

there is going to be a class war (i guess thats what i should call it)

 there will be a government shut down. there will be riots, and violence.

people have reached their desperate points -- points so low, that they dont give a shit anymore.

ceil·ing/ˈsēliNG/Noun
1. The upper interior surface of a room or other similar compartment.
2. An upper limit, typically one set on prices, wages, or expenditure


How many people notice the ceiling? as a matter of fact, most of you dont even give it a second thought.

I am constantly aware of them. I hate them. they drive me nuts. I can feel them above me. A Constant feeling of something looming over my head. It is one of the reasons I like it outside so much. Inside, I'm trapped (literally) and when you add people to the mix, Im boxed in and slathered with a shit load of stimuli and others emotions.

More nights than I care to count, I lay down in bed, look up and start thinking about how much i hate ceilings. I want to see my world, not be trapped in it. It occurs to me that ceilings offer protection, but it blocks my view- it leaves me blind. So many people go through life and never even notice the ceiling! Lucky for me, with enough effort, I can close my eyes and see past the ceiling.


It's hard being the person who thinks and see beyond the ceiling.

hahah this had a point, but given the drunken nyquil stupor im in, Im going to call it a night.

Goodnight.