Insides

... I just feel different around the winter season, like my insides are upside down but my heart's in my throat.
Like I can't feel my liver or my stomach.
... Kinda like I'm awake but somehow asleep.
I feel like I did when we had the pitfire, but somehow different.
... A more hollow feeling, like I love where my life's at but it's like I'm in a white room with no door or windows. Or people.
... I feel bad for LaVella.
She's going through a tougher time than I am.
... The man who's supposed to love her is ignoring her, even mad at her. That's not fair of him.
She's a good girl.
... Maybe we're broken, like we don't work anymore for some inexplicable reason.
Like all we are is a clock with no hands. Just numbers.
... I just want to hop in a car and take a road trip, and listen to nothing but indie music. And figure out why I feel badly.