Just Me..??!!??

A white shirt tearing at its seems, brown paw marks on the front, a dirty blue jeans and a pair of slippers held together with a safety pin. A stubble from hell and greying wiry hair, its all relative, the way I look has nothing to do with the way I feel, stress and incessant boredom have numbed my existence, I no longer care about my personal appearance, its all subjective to the objective needs of my dishevelled soul.
Its like letting go, a soul trapped set free, to breathe and fly, I sleep only to rise, I eat only to sustain, I smoke to breathe again, its all in the head, its all around, its just me…