Who am I?

Somebody I don't like.

There is a sad statement of reality. I use to have a confidence that has been lost amongst the bumps along the path. Days go by, time slips past. Accomplishments are few and far between.

Home or work it does not matter. Physical and mental all lacks vitality it once had. Slipped into abyss of nothing.

They say to live each day when things are rough, but what can be seen in that day is darkness and the space where I want to crawl into and sleep.

Pieces do not allow that to happen. They keep one a float. All that is necessary to sustain nothing. The continuation of routine but in the end one lacks the enthusiasm to see even the upside to most things.

Little to lose except the reality that others may not feel the same way and leaving those holes are what keeps one moving forward.

Sometimes I wish I were an Island.

Peace.