depression lurks just at the edges of consciousness, but... things are okay, at least on a personal-occurrences level.
there's some part of me, though, that is just increasingly unhappy with where i've managed to place myself within the world, even though by many counts i'm a very lucky person to be where i am.
when i'm in a state like this some lyrics will usually call themselves forth from memory to be repeated in my head until i can exorcise them somehow: here are today's.
i don't know what i am
i don't know where i've been
just burns in so much skin
stick my hands
through the cage
of this endless routine
just some flesh
caught in this big broken machine