pass

I can feel it when I am removed from myself. Today, I purchased a ring; inscribed. It reads: 'nothing is impossible'. How terribly pagaen. Don't you think? Maybe this is what attracted me, somewhere in my subconscious. Discontent is the hoodie I never remove. I sleep in it. It rarely is machine-washed but constantly stained, tainted, and dampened by irrelevant fluids, flowing. I can tell my body is crumbling and there is not a thing I'm going to do about it. Not a thing.