Devoid

Wednesday, August 02, 2006:

My thoughts are dead
The ones that still rattle in my head
Are as incoherent as the conjoining of a midnight train and a dream
But I do hope that they return
As they were the one thing that tended to keep me sane
And now without them I feel adrift and alone
Mindless and numb
The ideas no longer come
And now I feel as if I am sinking
Into some great unknown
Chris // 8/02/2006

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