Damaged heavenly goods, my plans and goals are left up in the air. Night after night my chair remains empty at the dinner table. Longing to be someone else, I sleep my life away in a coma hoping to disappear. Today moves fast and I don't know how long I can last right here in this nest. A writer's block has painted my whole entire world black. I am a fool for wearing wool and pretending to be cool when I am not. Lacking good news, my simple ordinary life is very boring. A repeat of yesterday, nothing much exciting is happening in this kingdom of boredom. Wasted talent, dying pipe dreams make up the majority of my bucket list.