Awake, Part 17

For once, I’m awake because it’s so early. Haven’t gotten around to trying to sleep yet.

I feel weird. I have this strange sense of being here, but feel somewhat disassociated from myself.

I can’t form thoughts.

I have writer’s block.

I’m not ready to sleep, but don’t know how to occupy myself.

I don’t want to read.

I don’t want to watch TV.

I don’t want to do anything, but I want to do SOMETHING.

Feeling less hopeful than I was yesterday. I’m not sure why.

I am thinking of you, HB, and wondering what I did to make you leave me. What I did to bore you.

I am thinking of everything and nothing.

I feel blank. No pun intended.

7 thoughts on “Awake, Part 17”

      1. Yep, he doesn’t but until someone else takes his place in the deepest depths of yours, thinking about him will continue to come up in your words.

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