These Details in the Fabric

It feels like I'm walking in a waterbowl over my head; I can't hear what anybody's saying and everything is coming to me distorted, fragmented. We all lie to ourselves, mine have reached a point where I cannot distinguish the truth from my actions anymore. I am a desentisized motor powered on automated systems. I can understand how convenience of indifference can be so tempting sometimes; it's so easy to be irresponsible but these excuses aren't excuses anymore; they've been used so many times over that I can use them to wipe a table because they are now just rags of hasbeens.