make of this what you will

the mindless banter from a mouth that's said too much. endless ramblings and distored words, slurring together to form something like a coherent sentence. blank thoughts, of everything at once and nothing really. blackness, darkness, confusion, mayhem, peace and a slight breeze. deprived of rest, and void of sleep, the mind continues on. words without meaning lost in the continuum of time, strung together by something distant, a shadow, and shape, yet indecipherable. where is this going what does it mean? nothing, unless you can agree that nothing is something, it just doesn't exist yet.

i haven't slept in two days, i can't remember what i learned today, i hear things over and over from lectures, all i can think about is the Asian Economic Crisis, and falling currency leading to increased trade. i want to breathe real air, not the stuff from campus, not home air, out in the world, outside, around people air. i'm confused, disoriented, and tired. please excuse my language.