(no subject)
What is there to say?
I have no fond emotion, no reckless words.
I am complacent and recharged.
It is a shame I have lost my voice, my identity.
Some days go by with a flicker of my instinct sparking, but before I can reach a pen, it is gone, dwindled down into ash.
I see nothing beautiful or ugly.
I see no white or black.
I suppose I will wait for a day when everything is unleashed back on to me.
I have no fond emotion, no reckless words.
I am complacent and recharged.
It is a shame I have lost my voice, my identity.
Some days go by with a flicker of my instinct sparking, but before I can reach a pen, it is gone, dwindled down into ash.
I see nothing beautiful or ugly.
I see no white or black.
I suppose I will wait for a day when everything is unleashed back on to me.