Can't Think

Here she goes again, and my stomach is revolting.  I can’t think, I can’t think I can not think with this woman blabbering on about some insignificant event.  I want to leave but I can’t leave because of the social structure, because of the demanding eyes of society, because I want to attain my goal.  ‘Please hand me the bottle, I think I’m falling now’, I have to cut the grass, will have to eventually.

What causes someone to betray another one who cares about them?  She was smelling like passion smells when it has been tainted, the chaos found within her careless action was unknown to her.  It’s 8:41, what’s ever happened at such an hour.