Out the window and far down the tarmac, all is quiet and serene. It is 3 am and what better to do than just sit gazing at my 22" LCD screen. My hair is still defying gravity despite the fact that I reached home a good 4 hours ago. I don't feel like moving, I don't feel like doing anything at all. Most of all, I wish I could just stop thinking. I want to turn off my brain completely for just an hour, like an android. I am not referring to sleep, because your brain still works when you are sleeping if you didn't know.

It's becoming a habit every night, when will this end?

Won't let go, won't give up, can't forget as much as one tries. Nothing matters because something is missing, the glue which once held it all. The vessel shows no signs of damage, but the core begs to differ. The will slides back slowly but surely,  losing purpose and objective.

 Losing perspective, losing rationality, losing nothing but losing everything.