monovox

I make an attempt to speak, yet my words hang in the air stale and lifeless.

I open my mouth and an arid wind escapes. nothing lays behind the weak wind but a moldering shriveled tongue. I have nothing to say, there are no thoughts. just a dull blank stare and a feeling of never ending falling.

In past weeks, my dreams have slowly dryed to a sickening trickle. A wasteland has risen in the dreaming place. Leaving me empty. Barren. Bereft of direction and disoriented.



Hmmm. maybe I'm working to much...