I can’t sleep.
Nothing helps anymore. I can’t shut my eyes and wait, because in that quiet stillness I have too much time to think. When I can think I can see the truth. The truth, such as my future drifting further and further away from me. Long out of my reach, it’s just a faint outline on the horizon. Eventually it’ll become a dot. Then it’ll disappear forever, taking all my dreams and hopes with it.
I get asked all the time, “what do you see yourself doing in the future?”
I tell them I see nothing. It may as well be true.
Nobody understands.
Bloody Roses 