Odd

It's sad when you lose all that you want to cling to. Sad to look for it but not even sure what you were searching for.

Certainly life is getting mundane but I keep holding on. The trials aren't anything big and the hopes seem hopeless. Yet I still cling.

Perhaps I shouldn't even bother anymore. It's not like conversations hold any real meaning anymore.

Like we were washed off. Shoveled into the dirt and left.  But still the mind searches for us.

Was there ever an us?

Probably in the distance.  Alas blah entertains me now.

Perchance of memories jogged? Would be nice. Tired of just walking in haze.

Alas I don't push, nag nor anger. Would dislike to be the reason you have to watch and pray for a forgiving spirit.

Besides.

Alas even this is tedious. I want to hug you and I want to talk to you but  I can't even keep you stimulated.

Point is? Moot.