No excuses shall be made, nor reasons given. I just feel like I'm wasting away. I couldn't quite find the word to describe the condition, until a friend mentioned it, and since then, it has stuck, almost beautifully melancholic, like a drifting autumn leaf that has finally landed on its destined spot, permanently.
Trapped. It's a feeling of powerlessness and, ultimately, it's self defeating. Entrappment is both a physical and a mental state. It gnaws at you and constantly makes you feel conscious of your constraints. Maybe that's why I crave space - vast, voluptuous space - like how a dolphin or sea animal loves its endlessly wide ocean.
September - sweet september. Can one ask for a vacation and live a September dream?
