Without Words, Always

I am drained, in every sense of the word.
Physically, emotionally and mentally drained. Like the deep exacto-knife that punctured me today, I am cut, and still bleeding. Im tired, my eyes are wide open as I gaze up at the roof, anxious. This is a relentless task, putting my body down to lay, though I remain sleepless throughout the night.

I am sick, from my heart to my nose.
I have a headache and it burns. I cant seem to write about anything these days, and when I am farthest from a pen and paper, I am inspired and I want to express everything that continues to flood out of me, but today - I cant.

I couldnt be any happier, but happy is a state of mind.