Staring, unblinking at the wall.

Thoughts spiral down,

so far down that they cease.




Sitting, not moving.

No longer comfortable,

but not moving.


The world screams at me

Endless tasks await

I consider making me stop

to make it all stop

but I can’t, because I am frozen.


Author: Latentexistence

The world is broken and I can't fix it because I am broken. I can, however, rant about it all and this is where I do that when I can get my thoughts together. Most of the time you'll find my words on Twitter rather than here though. I sometimes write for Where's The Benefit too.