Verbal

Sitting here, listening to my backwards clock go tock tick, I think about lots of things, and nothing at all, and its starting to get to me, so I thought I should just write til the thoughts stop.
TOCK wow, work is hard, mainly because I'm not doing any, and neither is anyone else, but I feel I should be, but noone else is, and so I'm not. When in Rome and all that. T
ICK and I guess I thought uni would be a barrel of laughs, not the mix of hormones you expect at a Bar Mitzvah. everyones so goshdarn nervous and reserved and timid and normal, I don't know how to talk to them. What do you study, where do you live, if you could be any animal what animal would it be, why are you walking away... Its just so darn TOCK...TICK
TOCK and who knows, maybe I'll find replacements for the friends who have travelled countrywide, and the ones who stayed in the same place. TICK and maybe they'll be there in the nitty-gritty, but I dont think I could talk to most of these people, ones who think im weird, or "wiedrd" or however you want to spell it, and maybe you think my music is shit, and maybe you think you'll never be able to be yourself around me. That's your choice, but remember its a choice.
and TOCK how will I find out who I really am, the deafening silence ( note to self, stop turning into poetry) the people hear are so loud, so LOOK AT ME that its impossible to find the ones worth talking to.
TICK and maybe thats how I'm supposed to be, surrounded by so many faces I cant see, drowning in the clamour of whining, screaming, shrieking, yelling, schreeching noise, there to drown out the whisper that always escapes. Because it always escapes, and you just have to hope that someone will be listening out for it when it does, because there is nothing more fleeting, more hopeless then an unheard whisper.