Gonads and Strife redux

I'm really tired. I think that knowing my first vacation in forever is mere days away is dragging at me.

I have the serious want to write some poetry or something. I've been so spaced out and exhausted the words just float around my brain doing nothing more than keeping me awake.

This burn out, kill your bliss pace I've been living at is getting to me. Most of my creative energy feels like it's being burnt up just trying not to lose it entirely.

And I'm spent. Fuck it took me a half an hour to do this.

Homo Out.

Stumble It!