I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't laugh.
I can't speak
I can't smile.
I can't breathe
I can't walk.
I recall.
I'm fogetten, and soon will be forgotten.

But....at night I let let it out. And that's the most satisfying time in my day, when I taste the salt in my mouth, and when I wake up, it feels like I'm waken to the day that was to happen, and I remember too quick I'm still here on 46 street.

I need to talk to someone, before I continue like this.