just one more round to be ignored.
pretending from sun up to sun down that my feelings are as controllable as groundhog day and a hundred times less meaningful.
don’t feel anything at the moment. surprised at the level of numb and its timing.
i’ve transitioned from amorous to frozen in a matter of hours, some part of me wanting to give up but not admit what that means.
try not to count time or assign meaning.
not sure if i’m doing my best.
only sure i’m doing something.
something that leaves us knowing there is more.