Disengaged

Black words form on the screen
I am trying to write something, but I
am angry and I do not want to
write my anger. I do not want to
write my sadness, either- it is raining
outside, this is easy weather for sadness.

I am just filling up white spaces in
my life- words, sometimes worth something-or
not. Black squiggles-love, life, loss
and just plain boredom.

I feel the same way about you as I do about life.
You both go on for too long.

Angry. Sad. Lonely. Irritated.
The absolute center of my known universe. I am.
Disengaged.

Think about it.