Life and books and poetry

I do not know who I am. I really am drawing a blank right now. The whole world seems to be fading away and I feel like I'm shutting down. The systems are failing and it is time to just give up, hibernate, cease all activity. And then the other part nudges and asks what…

The blank weight receipt

You know how life becomes? You find yourself living on the weekends (if you can call it living), your life is now all about Monday to Friday. There are books on the shelf waiting to be read and the ink in the pen dries. The pages of the diary turn yellow and the receipts of…