when my mind's under chaos and life's but a mess

what am i doing typing crap when im supposed to be studying for my removals an hour later? what am i doing dumb-stucked to the computer screen when they could be cutting my head-off and sucking my eye balls 53 minutes from now?
when the earth that you know may be round, the world i know consists of a box, a mouse and a keypad. when there is infinity to the space of unknown, there is finity in me and limit in every arrow, say a dead-end alley. when there is gravity sucking us down, there is nothing that lifts me up the quicksand. when it doesn't make sense and nothing falls into the right places (not even the bulges on my tummy), where should i throw up? would you be there to offer your hands and bowl all the bolus from last night's supper? would you promise to be brave enough to face me while i expel the contents of my upset stomach?
i feel like there's a halo of stars rounding my head... toink!