numb. plain and simple.
brain-dead, dull, unimaginative, boring, lull.
a will to move, squashed out fast.
growing roots, wherever i stand.
I breathe in, exhale, breathe in again.
focussing on this, makes a whole day pass.
everything else, flits in then out.
its my life, on my time.
i look around, for inspiration.
it comes in small measures
like a cherry on top
i can live with the feeling of that.
When i write i feel so hollow,
like there is no feeling, there is no sorrow
beginning a day, while feeling low
its the lack of a hope, that i cant swallow
ray of sunlight, bother me not
i really don't have a reason to wake up,
to trot.
let today pass, let it go
it's taking so long, i can't
