NEW WRITING:

He spoke without words, blinked without seeing. He scrunched up his old band t-shirt in tight bruised fists - he didn't know why. His jeans were damp, and he'd lost his shoes - he didn't remember where. He staggered a little, he swayed, he felt anxious, he felt weak - had he eaten, did he do his meds - he didn't know. So anyway, another day - he tried to think that straight way, that monday morning way. But it was all jumbled and lost, like that time he'd lost his glasses and couldn't see straight for months - all jumbled and lost. So he spoke without a voice, blinked without an eye. He staggered across the room, he paced along the street, he waded through the field, he sank into the ocean - he fell onto the bed and forgot.