by John Cashin

Created on: October 04, 2009

An outer shell encompasses me.

I can see but not feel.

I can touch but not know.

I should function better.

The sorrows of my past have conquered my future.

I've severed to ties to what I was.

Now I am nothing, I am numb.

Clarity is a crack that seems to close.

It should not be closed to me.

I must pursue something unknown.

What the hell am I trying for?

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