March 5th, 2014
And the clock continues to tick, the hours passing by. Not a glimpse or a shadow today, which I suppose could be fine.
Lucid dreams and sweet nothings. A drifting heart and a troubled mind.
My soul is frazzled, my mind tortured, but my fingers continue to churn out a story, which appears upon my screen. It soothes my troubles, and conceals the issues.
Creativity is fading. But passions run stronger than this.
Disheartened, but stubbornly pressing through.