Description of Day

There is a gentle innocence that I can come to at times. The last two weeks I have lost that view of myself. I exist in an interstitial space. I am numb and beginning into the land of depression with no creation. I have no category cliches. I have no specialties or areas of interest. I try to bring through a being to bolster me tonight, but his illness makes it just a bit more than sick. Vicinities hold no energy for me. I think of Shaw. He rose and fell, but was a being in the thunder of my last residence. Empty set right now is his rating. I look in the mirror and I get uglier every day. My face is puffy and weight gain is always possible. My humor is gone, and I sit alone. There is no contact for me. At the end of the day, I steady my hand, and walk away.