Floored

On the floor, nostalgic
trying to do my best Ness impersonation

Nothing

Im pathetic, forgotten forlorn and not even left to fill the images ive created

on the floor, nostalgic
childlike, rembering everything

Ignored

Im not forgotten, but too late this time, too late again for what i should have said

on the floor, nostalgic
tired, its been to long

There is no way to describe the confusion, so thus i sit idley

on the floor, nostalgic
too drunk to move

Seems to be the only exit, its not an addiction, its a cure the mundane