xmas music playing

don’t go cold into the wind like that or you’ll catch cold and fall over and not get up and worry us and cause the relatives some trouble of a drive and the holidays will be ruined. Elvis is singing “Santa Clause Is Back in Town.” my eye all red irritated rubbed sore swollen shut wet with tears from the pain. I’m allergic to being alive, you could say. or, I’m just not myself, ever. I’ve lost my voice, pen, and wallet. soul is not just missing, it’s painted over. piano. sleep with the music on, the lights, some comfort, sentiment, feeling protected under the covers, that time you have to yourself, block off the world with the door closed. if you have that you are lucky. recognize it. start from somewhere and try to live a new day outside of robotic thought.