uninspired Joana. Reluctant, I crawl under these ceilings again Creating dreams where they ceased to exist The self that lies in emptiness They look like you now And you hate the feeling They think like you did And the feeling is detached Like in some faulty synapse Where everything is a blank I force the neurons into imagination As it screams suffered out of thought So I don't want to write I don't feel the need Don't feel the call To make something more out of myself. 020420 ... girl_jane I'm so numb. Perhaps I should go to Call_park. 020526 ... girl_jane Call_park is my refuge for thought. 020526 what's it to you? who go blather from