Late at night...
Almost dawn actually, no coffee, no deserts. Just me and this poor typing machine. An hour ago, frantically happy to hear a word or two from an old friend. Anyhow, it reminds me of being me these days. So poor, so sad that each day I spent is always in front of this square box. This is driving me mad. Can't think. Everything seems possible yet impossible. And the future lays vague for a bad egg. If by any chance I know I'll get to that point of my desire, I would ready to give up anything.
Even the wind doesn't blow outside. And the world keeps moving on. Leaving me stands still. Pathetic..
I lost my spirit.