Sunday, August 2, 2009


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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