| None (December 16, 2005) There are no words. None. No sentences, paragraphs. I can�t find a topic or construct a thesis. I see no truth, no purpose, no pattern. My car gets stuck, my closet breaks, my tub is dirty, and all the while the heating bill is due, and it�s more than I can bear. I eat alone, sleep alone, but mostly think alone, and my mind is a big, echoing chamber, with demons and imps inside every crevice. My decisions, though sprung from much thought, follow no logic. There are no dots to connect or numbers to paint. My bathroom is cold, my neighbors are noisy, I seem to have a mouse, and my doctor has put me on more pills. Sometimes sleep cannot come quickly enough. There�s nothing out there, where water meets sky, calling me, pulling me, inspiring me. There are no words. None. |