Hammering Noise

Well I suppose I've probably hit my limit. My limit of what you might ask? Well perhaps you can figure that out, or perhaps you can't. Either way, I got your mid working just a little bit more today than it would have been otherwise, so I feel as though I've succeeded, for the moment anyhow. 

Trying to break through and hear my own thoughts although they just don't seem to be quite loud enough to make it over this noise. This white noise. Maybe it's black noise. Who really knows. Either way there is something to it that I am not quite understanding or ready to overcome, the limitless of the limits is still happening. As though I am stuck in an eternal math equation that I can't quite figure out the formula and for that matter the solution. The door goes up, the door goes down and yet no one has entered. No one new has been here. For all the time and the moments just sitting in this box I wonder, maybe it's too late. Too late for what I once did, and am bound for new ideas and such. Regardless, the foot steps don't stop, no matter how much brown paper and plastic is put to the test on the hard wood floors. They go up they go down, and the riddle, well I do believe it grows.

So we sit here. Waiting. I was taught not to wait many moons ago, but in this moment, waiting is the only thing I have left to do. Maybe I will make my self useful, offer my assistance, but I don't even think they know I am here, and if they did, well what a shock that would be. With their talking of birds and stoner clubs and other such nonsense that I can't make sense of in my head with the constant beat being drummed on to the bedroom walls. Like a metronome, it's steady for the first 35 seconds and then, well then it subsides.

Listen to what the Advil bottle tells you, <110 lbs...1 tablet every 4-6 hours as needed; not to exceed 4 tablets in a 24 hour period. I just wanted the pain in my mouth to subside.

Just a girl, trying to...