Blob not Bob.


United States
35° 5' 37.3488" N, 89° 48' 13.1904" W

Days Waste Away
And I Sit Frozen In Space.
A Thinking, Feeling Blob
Of Emotionless Apathy,
Focusing on Nothing,
Yet Everything.
Walking Contradictions
In My Analytical Head
Can't Focus,
Can't Unfocus,
Mentally Dead.
Can't Move Forward,
Can't Move Back.
Not in a Rut
Just stalled on the Track.
Unsure of How to Move,
So Still I Stay,
As My Time Slips Away


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