Drift

Not a post to share information but just reflecting my state today.

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Few are those days when

Mind is rested

Yet in sub-concious flux.

 

Your sleep if affected

And dreams show your end

 

Hands resist working

For fear of doing something naive

 

Legs beg seperating from the body, not out of pain

But just that it needs its own sobre quietness

 

Brain refuses to take in anything new for it is currently rebooting itself

As a person your heart wants to reinvent you

And your own self begs "Do i know you?"

 

It is just one of the days where I whine and while, nothing in particular, nothing to attend, and drift to blank gazes