Epilogue 2

Smoke fills my lungs and it's getting tired day after day. 
Coffee has failed to stir my senses. 
Alcohol flows in my veins only to leave my mouth drier each night. 
I drown myself with work. 
Yet I'm cerebrally blank. 
My heart beats faintly for anyone or anything. 
I wanna feel again that connection to something that can blow me away. 
I miss what makes me race to all that is amazing. 

blurry screen, blank monitor, frozen mind 
blood-shut eyes, static fingertips, numb heart 
unrequited longing, unquenchable thirst, unfathomable emotion 
stop...breathe...focus... 

(june 29, 2010)