I sometimes wonder if I've been talking to myself in the dark while the voices of the people next door arguing comes through the wall and light from their front porch comes through my curtains. The ceiling fan whirs above me and I find solace in clean sheets.
My thoughts whir around too like the ceiling fan. I can't shut it down. I try to distract myself with thoughts of sex with the pretty woman that was at the register where I bye cigaretts. That hasn't worked for months though. I don't know why but I can only seem to fantasize about women I know and then only about relationships. No sex. So my mind continues to spin like that ceiling fan.
Clinking as it goes around 'cause it's off balance. Maybe it wasn't put together right or maybe it's just dusty. So it keeps clinking which wouldn't be so bad if I didn't need it to keep turning.
My thoughts whir around too like the ceiling fan. I can't shut it down. I try to distract myself with thoughts of sex with the pretty woman that was at the register where I bye cigaretts. That hasn't worked for months though. I don't know why but I can only seem to fantasize about women I know and then only about relationships. No sex. So my mind continues to spin like that ceiling fan.
Clinking as it goes around 'cause it's off balance. Maybe it wasn't put together right or maybe it's just dusty. So it keeps clinking which wouldn't be so bad if I didn't need it to keep turning.