Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Anhedonia

From tuna melts to near-forgotten feelings of languishing hope.
Insomnia, you are a cruel mistress.
So many questions, so many fading dreams, so few answers.
I may well be the embodiment of all that is Rob.
Direction, you have forsaken me.
It doesn't seem to be a factor of finding out where it is I want to go anymore.
More so a realization I have long forgotten how it is I get there.
5am, how you taunt me so.



For the record, the tuna melts were ace.

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