Sometimes I feel so stricken by choice, Yet constrained by an apathy I wasn't born with.
In the quiet I keep watch under all the stars.
As they cradled each other Rue and Jules turned the world 'round their scars.
For a moment I remembered what it was to feel blessed. The things I took for granted haunt me a little. I saw myself, in bed, staring into my laptop, so starved of human connection.
When I was young I wanted to be an actor because during performance I could forget myself, briefly play at somebody else, Someone with confidence. Nowadays I feel each grain slip through the hourglass. Alas, my neurosis has me Shook One: Pt. II