Optics2

I think I used to be happy some time a few weeks ago. Joy has been hard to come by lately. Life has cocooned itself behind three doors for almost as far back as I can sanely remember. I can't taste food anymore, can't smell the spring air, my lips are always dry and I have a frown on my face, that has become my face. I think I used to be happy. I can't remember if other stuff was doggin' my mind back then, that made even that time unhappy.

I feel tired. I feel lethargic. I don't care anymore because it is not worth the hassle. I feel uninspired. I feel drained. My life is shit right now. I feel like I am going to blow soon. This puff of smoke within me might be the remnant mist of a bygone happy time, that irresistable urge to tear up, to destroy every shred of this world now, that has been suffocating me for so long now, that has been making me wonder when I was happy last.