the epitome of tiredness of lack of motivation
drowns me in all of its glory.
my thoughts weigh me down on a daily basis to the core of whatever stands.
listening to the thumps and reverberating blood soaked fat filled organs i move collectively
our resistance of the rapid vapid vast vessels of the minds.
these things we call overwhelming concerns can be easily transfigured to blimps on our cultural radars.
words are circumventing me
i need to stop
i get lost
simplicity is best.
but i always end up in etched out scribbles, dribbling , nibbling out to the bottom of my creative sink no drain.
i am blank once again
fill me up.
Created: Feb 28, 2010Document Media