Prozac Nation

Winter has come Notions cling to the air capriciously Cease and Desist! The notice has been served and the Serotonin factory shall be closed Indefinitely Definitely Unemployed, happiness chooses the noose Panic in the capital A civil war of thoughts Torpedoes from a forgotten past Sinking of the heart Is there no solution? Unison, valium,…

Awake

Within in these four walls I am free Yet trapped in consciousness Robbed of sleep Whence once snowed dreams Now stream questions The night is wet But the sun prepares its journey to the centre of the sky Will she see us? Are there stars out there tonight? Last call for the moon Nocturnal citizens…

9 to 5

So my endeavor to write a post every night has quite simply gone to shit. Much like its many predecessors where I’ve managed to bring routine in to my way of life. A very futile exercise as I’ve now come to accept. Mating a shoe fly with a Pomeranian would be more in the realm…