(Nonsense words).

What was I thinking. Running. Avoiding.

There are two examples shaking my hand and illustrating that I am mistaken, and still I tried to rely on the once-interpreted-as-intuition-but-now-doubted-thing.

Stupid me.

Stupid silly tragic and used to be romantic some may say me.

No hyphens but no hyperventilation either.

Comma comma and (more nonsense words).

_{I’m tired of working. At and for everything. It used to be easy.}

No not apathy not being broken not anything, not nothing either.

She isn't coming home, but she likes to tease me.

She isn't coming at all, but she likes me to try.

Or so it seems. Not hearing anything.

Playing old music for old songs and old memories as therapy, except you're working.

And nothing's working.

There’s a new blank, a new empty, a new void, a new hurt, and new loss, but girl:

You forgot about me. You forgot about me.

No more music, so no more singing.

Keep the (nonsense words). Sell the memories if they give it back to me.

!!! And???

This is the mud. This is the mud I’m crawling through.

Didn’t say good-bye, just that you want a love and that you’re not so hollow.

And maybe just maybe it isn't a big deal that you slipped away.

Or unknown.

Or had a heart failure.

Or couldn't break out of the salvaged mentality.

Or just wanted to love me, but you got tired of waiting.

Any number of things that it could be.

Reverts to something inside, it does, and to best solve the problem is to best create a new one:

The catch, the rub indeed.

Not apathy, I mean, but not nothing, either, not Nothing at all.

Cigarettes and caffeine.

(Nonsense motions).

Tired, so tired. Can’t count anymore, can't remember, except that once it was easy.

Too far away, too foot-to-the-gas-to-the-sound-of-the-road.

All of a sudden, 90, 95, and you've graduated to a speeding ticket.

And to someone old inside.

Beware the wall.