I am mystified at my lack of momentum. Gears are frozen, and I am without an outlet, a release... or a muse.
I feel a storm approaching, I need an anchor so that the gale doesnt take me away.
Chaos... draining my soul... this ebb.
So... Id scream, though there is not a being out there that would reach out and catch me.
Such is my existence. Such is my sentence.
If you lived closer we could excercise together.