not worth the breath and barely worth this space

Filling the Empty Space

Victims of obligation.
This the best way to use our minds?
That Monday Evening Mentality
Searching for a sense of ownership, the chemicals merely blur the lines
I don't, nor do they, know me when I'm like this
And that's the beauty
I think?
The doubt of the author, a bit unsettled
The wavering of an absolute
May i ask how You're taking this?
Is it that seeping comfort?
someone else getting it...
Or have i lost your momentary eyes far before this stimulus lurked down your spine?
Both? Sure.
...and somehow the Star-Spangled Banner has worked its way into my background noise
what a joke of an evening