inside jamari fox
inside jamari fox - taking you real deep
writers block.
the thoughts in my head and all over the place.
i haven’t had any peace of mind since i was kicked to the curb.
all i been doing is laying on my back.
or my side.
or my stomach.
yes,
i did take showers and get some food.
not having much of an appetite tho.
i’m just existing right now.
my bed is an island and i’m the only one on it.
for someone who is supposed to be “resting and relaxing”,
or “getting his mind together”,
i’m doing a horrible job.
it’s just all these random thoughts leading me to horror.
foxhole…
i’m stupid depressed.
i was angry,
somewhat content,
and even optimistic at one point,
but now i’m just emo.
hell,
i’m surprised i’m up at 2am writing this.
the last few days have been a bit of a mental adventure.
all this “trump” shit ain’t helping either.
it’s got me wondering if i’ll even find a new job?
do i even want a job?
it seems like God is telling me the “9 to 5” life ain’t gonna work.
he opened a door and then i fell down a flight of stairs.
i just want everything cancelled.
maybe it’s time for a new start?
maybe it’s time to find a new me?
maybe it’s time to just realize things won’t change unless…?
that’s the part i keep dwelling on.
the “…” part.
that’s all i can font about “me” at the moment.
this too shall pass.
back to my island i go.
