Sometimes you get to a state where everything is at a standstill: relationships strained, occupational dissatisfaction and self-loathing
You plan, you dream and God wipes
Is this all part of some intricately woven plan or bad luck?
Even distractions become mundane. Alcohol, socialising and dancing don’t have the same effect when you’ve reached mental exhaustion.
I often ponder the possibilities of my life until sleep consumes me; relieves me of my worries… And when I wake, the perpetual cycle of falling keeps me still.