Hole In My Sole

There's a hole in my soul... and it's very big, black with burnt smoldering borders. There is also a hole in my sole and I strongly believe this is the reason I have a hole in my soul. Constant lack of sleep has given me hangovers, clearly eminent from the kind of stuff I've been writing these days... Disturbing. My neurons are clogged and the prime time for my brain function these days is from 12 am to 6 am. It's a long tale of staleness and putrefaction. Teenage will just pass me by in a few days. I'll be twenty then. I've got 50 certificates I have saved for burning when the next ice-age comes and 15 trophies with no shelf to put them on but no tick marks on my checklist of dirty deeds and just one person who got his ass kicked by me (and luckily the chair he threw at me din pop my eyeballs)
There is a misquotation I would like to quote, "don't wait for your ship to come, swim out to meet it"... Somebody tell him I don't know how to swim, my dad never taught me that.. Besides there are sharks in there, man eating sharks waiting to get a slice of me.. Easy for him to say, the last ship he saw was a paper one made from an empty pack of smokes.. And besides no one wants to catch a ship. We have got planes now and rockets and maybe somebody will invent a molecule translocator. But science never invented anything that drives the blues away. If you buy a cellphone somebody else has got a better one, if you have a Civic someone else has an Accord. It's a vicious loop and science its creator. Godfather of the blues circle. Creating more segments in this already divided human society. Human ... a species that should belong to the phylum arthropoda and perhaps human society is the most segmented thing ever. Segments created by wealth, power, religion, looks and race. Each adding another row and another column to human classification. It's easy for most of the people to go on with their life without ever pondering upon the question.. "In which segment do I stand at this point" but sometimes this question hits so hard, it shatters all the lame excuses for continuing with life the way it is. This is where one hits pause and thinks if the path they are walking really leads somewhere they want to go..
I know it's alot of bullshit from a person who can barely keep his eyes open right now. I am sure that even a chimpanzee could have had written this provided he had a medium of communication and company of someone like me who shares common traits... liking bananas, female primates of respective species and frequent outbursts of laughter and rage. But things are the way they are for a good reason. At least a chimp can spill his heart out to me without fearing any speculation, conviction and treachery. But I have chosen the alternate, I have written it out in comprehensible English so that every single soul walking wounded or tall, filled with vice and vengeance or with light in the form of a halo can read this and speculate, presume and assume. But that won't matter, what matters is the battle that goes on inside.. a constant vendetta where everyday people fight. Some to kill another day, others to live it. To rise again from fallen. To make change, to recreate, to recover. I am a late riser. I wake up at 2:00 pm in the afternoon. To change that, I didn't sleep last night...