Take Me Away

"We're lookin' up at the same night sky, keep pretending the sun will not rise, we'll be together for one more night somewhere, somehow..." -"Ocean Avenue" Yellow Card Okay, I'm feelin sort of senti today... I ask something of this post, to all who read, pretend you don't know me. Pretend that how I act in public, and how I take to stress is all just a description in a book. Pretend you've never seen me. Pretend this is fictional. Pretend I don't exist. Pretend Michael, or Mike, or Joe, or Mikee, or Igi, or Ikee, or Miki, or Cabuts, or Mickey doesn't exist. Pretend I'm just some book character created by some author. I don't know who I am. I go to bed at twelve in the morning, but don't go to sleep til 3. This is the time I fear most. My past, my present, and my future come to haunt me. I am insecure. I hold my favorite pillow close to me. The world seems to take it's revenge at this time... revenge for my apathy. I like to think nothing really matters but certain things, but why does the rest of the world haunt me for at least three hours a night... My cat jumps on my stomach. I feel it imbed its claws into my flesh. I feel my abdomen bleed. It always does that, stupid cat. Or maybe its stupid me because I don't cut the cat's claws... maybe Im looking at everything from the wrong perspective... Maybe I've always been wrong... Maybe I really don't matter...