Drained of enthusiasm, inspiration, patience. My commitments wait with the aura of bottomless pits. I do not wish to refill immediately; I’d rather have a day or two of silence, peace, to run my hands along the cold metallic walls of this hollowness.
But this wheel never stops spinning. The centrifugal force of it pulls me apart and flings all my plans and desires into outerspace. I want to stop the desperate clinging together, the feverish concentration on keeping my feet running exactly on the path.
Instead – to just float in random pieces for a bit. Weightless. Free.
From somewhere, as always, I will pull the energy necessary to fulfill my basic duties. I know that ultimately, it does not matter how or why or who I am.
It will get done.
I will participate.
That is all.