cockroaches

there's a heaviness around me today. i'm not sure why. i feel physically uncomfortable and am finding it hard to breathe, which i think is mostly due to the wind.

perhaps the best way to put it is that i feel like a water strider. just skimming the surface, relying on tension, poorly developed wings... okay, never mind. this was the worst way to put it.

something just feels off.

maybe it's because i am trying so hard to write this poem and nothing's coming to me at all. nothing. maybe i need to shoot a glass off of a lady's head. william tell style.