Just that.
There is a kind of jumbled feeling that I have been cut off from the world.
I’m still allowed to perceive it and I watch it flowing past my eyes but I am not able to interact with it. This is just an occasional feeling and it goes in and out of my conciousness.
So many thoughts coursing through my head. It is a bit fleeting, it doesn’t seem like it really stays, One thing will be gone for a long time, and then re-emerge, and then stay with me for a little bit, and then blip out until 3 years later and then no more.
So, yeah. Things overall seem like their off on a good course. It also. . .
I am currently in a state where I feel disconnected. The world seems so f-in’ large, like unfathomably so, and I am but an infinitely small speck amidst it all.
“It all” just makes my mind spin in awry, irregularly spinning circles that makes myself just collapse inward and sink into a form of non-thinking thought.
Dissoriented, dilapidated, dehydrated, denigrated.
About Me
- Unheard lament
- Colin Decker stands at the top of a heap of disabled nudist ukelele playing missionaries that have come before him. Starting at the introduction of a "Uke" to the boy by his great aunt Edith in 1921. The boy took to the ukelele with uncharacteristic zeal, quickly mastering both the inflection and tone from the difficult instrument. Brought to the stage by a young special ed. teacher in 1941, a frightened Colin ran away from his first public appearance. He returned once again the following year where he was recieved warmly by the Crowd at the Grays Harbor VFW. (Decca recording;1942 item-x4500021) After that slight misstep, the young Colin found himself travelling 'round the clock and sharing his special gift with the world. This seminal man has since gone on to forge a catalogue of music that will surely prove that the name Colin Decker will stand the test of time and forever after be known as a euphemism for triumphing over the adversity of being a disabled nudist.
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