I feel nothing these days.
As empty as these wind swept dismal grey prairie days.
I find myself in.
It's really just an absence.
Of life.
A catatonic cowboy stuck in yesterday.
Longing for release from the boredom.
Of right now.
Tomorrow seems like an incomprehensible impossibility in this liminal infinite time.
Trying frantically to ossify in right here.
This thought.
This pure.
Unadulterated.
Moment.
Out of time.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
I feel nothing these days.
As empty as these wind swept dismal grey prairie days.
I find myself in.
It's really just an absence.
Of life.
A catatonic cowboy stuck in yesterday.
Longing for release from the boredom.
Of right now.
Tomorrow seems like an incomprehensible impossibility in this liminal infinite time.
Trying frantically to ossify in right here.
This thought.
This pure.
Unadulterated.
Moment.
Out of time.
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