the Fall
thirty-one days
four and a half weeks
a month
the days just seem
to bleed together now
time is passing by fast
nothing
is really happening
boring times
it's been
all the same
old routine
stuck
in second gear
thinking, thinking,
and re-thinking
writing, writing,
and re-writing
a month's worth
of thoughts
twenty-seven and a half pages
it all seems
useless,
pointless
stress, worry,
anxiety, and sickness
life -
it feels
like it's all
piling on at once
too much
to take on.
one birthday gone by
and another to come
the ending
of thirties
passing a four year anniversary
ending of a job
weeks of
cold, dreary overcast,
fog, and rain
the early days
of darkness
are coming now
with only
a weekend holiday
to Vilnius
to look forward to.
