it's started again.
the feeling that makes me want to close myself off from everything.
give up.
i thought it had gone.
not entirely, but maybe,
just maybe,
it could have disappeared;
stayed hidden away,
for just a few more weeks.
in a way
it is a good thing.
giving up on everything, you see,
means giving up on certain things
that had no hope to begin with.
empty quests.
to have nothing,
to feel nothing,
to want for nothing,
to expect for nothing,
means never being disappointed.
but creeping,
lurking,
somewhere deep inside,
i want to feel some powerless,
nameless urge,
that i used to feel.
the breath of desire.
