Tuesday, April 02, 2013

What else is there?

It's been a while.
Three years, in fact.
A lot has changed.
Everything remains the same.

I usually don't end up back here unless things have REALLY gone South.

Losing the will to string together coherent sentences was the first indicator. Ever since I broke the arm, the will to write has evaporated from my bones faster than paraffin on a warm day. It's getting bad now.

I think I need to lock myself away for a year with hundreds of books, just to get my brain back.

On the human front, all resistance is futile.
I have resigned to a life of alone-dom.
They're all married now. Every last one of them. Anyone I've ever talked about here. Even the ones who said they'd never do it.

Ever.

In a crowded place, I have never felt more alone.
A vacant space, that I no longer wish to call home.
People may come and people may go
The whiskey stains on the coffee table keep score.

What else is there?

1 comment:

psycho sid said...

*sigh*