I am at the mercy of a cold oblivion.
Time is relative, and holds me back while pushing me forward. I keep falling to my knees and getting yanked back by my hair. Pain.
I have a distaste for only being able to ready myself in a few ways that will leave me hanging for a few days.
Most likely for a climax that will do me no good.
So I do what I can and kick back with fate resting heavy on my solar plexus.
Too bad. I'm swollen with unfocused dread.