vagary (...vilification)

I am mystified at my lack of momentum. Gears are frozen, and I am without an outlet, a release... or a muse.

I feel a storm approaching, I need an anchor so that the gale doesn’t take me away.

Chaos... draining my soul... this ebb.

So... I’d scream, though there is not a being out there that would reach out and catch me.


Such is my existence. Such is my sentence.