Sunday, August 2, 2009

Function.

Sometimes it does... usually it doesn't. Late nights, long days. It's always working, non stop, walking the beat. Pushing for more. And more. My mind doesn't get a weekend and is starting to fray. It seems lost, the fluid movement of thought. Freewill is redundant. My mind is no longer. I stare blankly at the screen waiting, longing, wondering... will it ever come back to me? I am too worn to be here. I am too exhausted to want. I ache for it, I ache, I need, I am, no more.

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