hiatus

I have been in this dreamy state of mind of the late. I'm am mostly tired, sometimes manic, rarely excited. I am living change like a break-up, never straying from my comfort zone. Everyday I hope I'm getting stronger, but really it's only this inertia digging deeper into my mind. I am embracing the same passiveness I usually abhor and avoid at all costs. Where am I? I think of a million things to write to you, but I forget them instantly, left with only a slight twinge of frustration. But not even this will free me from sloth. I usually choose jealousy.

Where am I now? Where am I heading? Constantly, I make what I think are brilliant allusions to french playrights, and they go unnoticed. Why do I bother? I usually choose to ponder upon these questions, but now, I find myself annoyed and slightly bored. Somebody needs to get me out of this. No. I need to get myself out of this.

This is going nowhere.