Blue Screen

It's one of those days again. On of the restless ones. Thoughts and memories swarming around my mind, like a storm of insects. Focus. Hah, good luck with that. So I write. This. Word by word. Each word, a momentary shelter. Poetic procrastination.

I feel broken somehow. Not in the depressed kind of way, but more like a program with a fatal flaw in the code. Sometimes it crashes. Real life blue screen of death. But did I do it myself? I'm the programmer, right?

This unconsciously self imposed chokehold of my own mind. A kind of mental parental lock, I cannot seem to break.

I'm too fucking weak. I just need to will myself through this!

So, here we go. Reboot. Let's do this shit.

I will let you know how it goes.