newbornvisions | Little Big Fish (tofry [the words of a cowardly lion])

Such a big big world...

There is literally so much to do at all times and yet I feel so entirely unproductive. I've done... things... before...

But I'm doing nothing now. Oh how it feels to rot.

Like an orange peel from a picnic that you forgot is in the bottom of your bag. You discover it weeks later, but it's known about itself all that time.

You can strut your bright feathers but in the dark what does it really matter. You're just as plucked naked as the rest of us. Shrodinger's catfish. Just a hard prick with no kids to show for it LOL. All talk. So how do you be real? How do you walk the way you talk and say so humbly? Can it be done? Keep swimming buddy, maybe the next river will buy it. Ice to an eskimo.

So you try to do it. You talk read loud and you say what you think. But it's wrong. It can never really be right can it? Not when you're answering to others. Try living in your own head for a change, you might like it. (butitssolonelytobemyself)