Desire
I want my drive, my desire back.
I want to cook. I really want to read a whole book.
I want to feel that I am allowed to be happy.
But what is stopping me?
A lack of being. It's as though I'm not even there, not at all. No auto pilot, base functions, day to day drudgery. There is nothing there at all.
One day I just wake up this way, perfectly happy, to emotionless.
And this, after months is the hight of my articulation on the subject.
This is the brilliance that flows forth?
I want to cook. I really want to read a whole book.
I want to feel that I am allowed to be happy.
But what is stopping me?
A lack of being. It's as though I'm not even there, not at all. No auto pilot, base functions, day to day drudgery. There is nothing there at all.
One day I just wake up this way, perfectly happy, to emotionless.
And this, after months is the hight of my articulation on the subject.
This is the brilliance that flows forth?