Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I'm upset recently, in a strange rearrangement of dysfunction. Suddenly, instead of work pulling everything else, everything else is making it difficult to rise, difficult to get through the day. It is like every morning I wake and grasp my functionality with an iron grip and don't let go until I finish. It struggles, writhes, and slips within my fingers, and I squeeze for every moment of the day until the paid time runs out and I can stare off into the close distance that is the world painted over my own reflection through glass. And when the light fades enough that I can't see the world - and only I remain - I slip in and out of conciousness until I arrive home.


At least I'm practicing alot.


Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Burial - Archangel (song d/l)