I am tired. Add-Drop is in dire need of a systematic overhaul, time recently seems to be on steroids, my brain feels like Swiss cheese.
Struggle you may as you lie stuck in the web, but each tremor of movement only tangles you deeper and deeper, down that long, dark tunnel with no apparent bottom.
Which way is up?
The words no longer come, the Music no longer plays. Even the heart remains silent; unwilling to feel, afraid to feel. The Music feels dead, the words dull and meaningless. The language of the Heart fails to resonate, no, it utterly fails to express, to ring out what the heart feels, what the heart desires...
Or perhaps there is nothing to feel anymore save for the numbness of this great emptiness.
It doesn't make sense... everything.
DreamCatcher
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
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