Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

Sleep eludes me of late, the progeny of too many highs and lows. The rollercoaster is indicative, on the whole the lines trends downhill, like the strength of the peaks weighing down with gravity on the average. I'm caught, wrapped as usual, turned about like a top in hastily wrapped paper. Some colours are you, red and full of possibly empty possiblity. Others are you, wrought in finality and absence. I'm lonely, almost brutally so, I call people and am not sure what to say, sitting numb-tongued just wanting to hear a voice.





Currently Listening: Stars - Look Up (listen)
Written On: Home Computer