I Have Nothing to Say

Something in the way the days drag on and seem to cancel out all my efforts cuts deep, the kind of throb that ebbs and flows with the weather and overstays for an indefinite amount of time. It's nostalgic, a kind of numbness and despondency like home. The whole thing's a crash course, things happen in such a way that they fall and crash hard into a rubble I lie beneath, broken. The melancholy a sedative for all the broken lives I'll never live, the sharp crack of fracturing will and consistently dashed hope. It's a shame The only thing I know to channel is the numb and dull stinging of a Monday far outlasting its purpose. It has to drag..