Friday, October 15, 2004

Early morning dark hours, after a week not over yet...

Restless, and
Tired beyond reason and sleep
Needing full connection and finding empty
In the silence, my thoughts are loud
A thousand tangents racing off in slow motion
To no comfort
If I drew them, they would fill a page
Lines to everywhere, but back

~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~

Every place a task
Every moment scheduled, outlined for a script
With a role to play
Every interaction a withdrawal
Of unneeded parts, cast away.
The unspoken demands met
Because I chose to take the path of least effort.

I hate that.

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