limbo, no rock

i'm itching to seize the days. roll with the adrenaline, bask in the calm. to saturate in the senses; engulf and be engulfed. so as not to over-romanticise, i'll leave it at that.

then there's that worm of an unmotivated, just can't be arsed plague harrassing me.

living both simultaneously and achieving nothing feeds on itself and numbs to say the least. even rocks have it better.



mental thrombosis be gone!