I do not seem to be at my creative best these days.In fact I don’t feel like doing anything at all.I am not happy.I ain’t even sad.I am just stuck somewhere in the middle.
Have any of you ever felt that way?-Stagnant?Bored?Inanimate?
It’s kind of like being injected with chloroform.It takes away the pain.But it also dulls all your other senses.
I don’t like it.I’d rather have the agony.Atleast that won’t make me feel so….dead.
I mean…these days I’m so bored you’ll find me on Facebook playing stupid games.
I don’t even know why I’m indulging in these inane activities.
It’s like I want to escape from something.Or maybe everything.
If flowers were to ever bloom again-
In this dead garden of mine.
Then I’d kneel down,as if in prayer.
And whisper your name.
If the clouds were to ever move aside-
And reveal the sun,
I promise to hold myself together-
And never come undone.
If the lonely winds were to ever blow my way-
And ease this ever-lasting pain-
Maybe then I’ll regain my faith-
And never lose it again.
If I were to ever see you again-
Like in some pleasant,long-forgotten dream-
I would not ask you why-
Or how or when.
But only tell you stories-
That have never been told before.
And watch a glorious sunset together-
Just once more.
sigh* I think I need a vacation.