Pucularity

I don't want this life. This town. This house. This body. To tell the truth, I hate being stuck in it all. Life is so surreal. Everytime you turn around, you find new and greater things tucked away in crevices that you didn't even origanilly know where there. It's not that you even particarly want to find them, I know I damn sure didn't, they have a way of finding you. I want to just close my eyes to the world, but i'm scared. It terrifies me to not see. I'm scared, if I quit seeing, I beleive i'll be nothing. I think that's what keeps us alive. These little unwanted crevices. What do you see?