Time again

its that time again. met my friend morris yesterday. a strange tingly feeling left within. sometimes i question my work. and i try to turn it into a noble cause. still at times i forget and the emptiness prevails. what do i do on the weekends? all i do is sit at home and vegitate. hobbies that i wish to pick up are a struggle during the time off i have 2 days a week.

things i wish to pick up and learn are not being done
a strange buzzing is still around
will i ever get back?

i am strangely alone.
just like everyone else.
the more one devotes to oneself the more disjointed he becomes with those around him
seek happiness from the interior not the exterior
nothing is being provided from the outside
why is the question
to keep this wheel turning i am working
to make a coin
hemorrage
twisting of the intestines
was i about to pass on?
closest i felt to u



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