...Broken pieces of the life I had before...
I seem to have lost track of my life somewhere. Once upon I had a masterplan. Something for which I could strive. Looks to me like I've gone and misplaced it.
These days I seem to flit from crisis to ennui like a hummingbird on crack. I fill my days with meaningless actions and words to try and fill the void, knowing ultimately that the endeavour is futile. Nothing holds my attention for more than an hour or so. My guiding star is gone and I am lost.
Lost and confused.
These days I seem to flit from crisis to ennui like a hummingbird on crack. I fill my days with meaningless actions and words to try and fill the void, knowing ultimately that the endeavour is futile. Nothing holds my attention for more than an hour or so. My guiding star is gone and I am lost.
Lost and confused.