And i just waste it, this life of mine. Hand over hand. The day slips in between each other and nestle in ugly spurs. What did you do today? How many hours have i spent, nether truly here nor truly there. Just frozen. Wanting desparately to begin anything. Get up and shower or work out or drink water or make a change or dance along or be a person - just get up. My insides, coating edges of blank atrophy. How hard can it truly be? People do this every day. They make their life every day. Why can't i? Why am i stuck here? Why am i stuck like this, with only my heart and no beat? The shifting warning - you need to start swimming. You can't always just float. But what else, when my limbs don't move and there's no sound for the breach of my throat? What else, and where am i going? What shore am i supposed to even be wading out for? Nothing and nothing and nothing. The swinging, empty bridge, and no railling.