nudist.

my life.

lying nude on my bed I think many things.

I'm tired, is one of them.

however the exhaustion does not completely consume me. I'm only entertaining the thought of that state of being.

truthfully i'm just lazy. getting dressed is busy work. I could just stay and sleep and make better use of my time.

I also think about sadness. It's such a strange emotino. my tears flow at this thought. the aching feeling in my heart pounds away like an echo in a tunnel. it's there but it's numb.

anger floods my vision and my brain causing the tiny jackhammer in my mind to go at it leaving a migraine strong enough to tear down the eiffel tower. i want to punch a wall but can't. that would be stupid and would wake my mother in the opposite room.

that's when the wave of pain hits. my naked body curls into a fetal position and i rock back and forth. my heart races and i gasp for air.

it's sort of surreal feeling all of these emotions in such great succession.