My mind is scattered nowadays; unorganized.
I try to arrange the conversations in my head, nice and neat, set in piles; dealing with some and focusing on the rest later...

But it seems I don't even have time to be alone with my own thoughts.

There's nothing to say.

I try to write, but the words do not come.

Type, delete, type, delete...

I seem to be walking through the seasons, without feeling, without care.

Just another tired face in the crowd.

And I don't feel anything.

Nothing moves me anymore.

I'm simply too busy to be sad.

I promise, when I find the words, I will write more.

But tonight, I'm exhausted.

I love you.

Lauren.