Wondering how inexpressive an emotion of the moment can
become, where the thousand words available are not even able to describe the
feelings in quarter. The hand ticks and minute walks, with my days passing with
somewhat a blank recollection.
My excuse? Too long a peak period causes brain drainage and the
cells to depreciate. Convincing myself that I can do it does not seem to work
well in any way. And optimism? Too tired to have any.
YOU take over.
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