Stop. I fall into lethargy. For a few weeks. I could wake up in May. No one would notice the difference. Neither do I. I would just less tired now. Time of mange and inefficiency, this. Than accumulate as trash by the side of each day. I lose my actions and reactions, consuming cells without any benefit. I dissolve in certain silences radio off, between the flash lamp and a heartfelt film of a disheveled sunset just lighter than yesterday. There is time and no life. And that's just time.
[photo by Spinewinder ]
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