a wasted day,
sought refuge in my home.
amidst closed curtains and books.
a book tells me of the heart.
a heart that no longer speaks.
a mind as quiet as the moon.
a heart that knows not what it seeks.
a heart that seizes to dictate my purpose.
like said before.
commitments fall like the fingers of a leper.
slowly and gradually.
and so i seek meaning.