This mechanical mind is rusted.

Gears are stripped and torn.

Thoughts won't turn the way I attempt to steer them.

The synapses that will tell me to move on won't fire.

The folds of my memory are streaming ideas and desires of the moments  just before my brain shutdown.

I am lost in a void of what was.

I am reeling with a hope of what might be again.

I for one am thankful that you are still in my heart...

For you are there, ticking away like clockwork...

Keeping this machine alive.