I was feeling somewhat existential or something. It was inspired by a mental conversation with someone else. 'Nothing New' Nothing to say Nothing to think Nothing to do Nothing to want Nothing to feel Just something to want to want and not know how to get Lost in my unknown seek for the unknown lost or looking for my mind, mindlessly or searching for my eyes, blindly or wanting my passion, without the will to regain or needing a life, without the vitality to act Ever stirring the grey cognito fails to resolve its luster Something between a Catch 22 and a tail spin like swimming in quicksand The world isn't a vampire; it's a leech. or spinning your wheels in a dirt hole digging your own grave Ashes to ashes, but smolders first. of course No one to blame There is only circumstance It all boils down to molecules bouncing around and transferring ionicity in massive systems infinately subdividing interacting in a particular way for some perplexing reason, or perplexing that there is no reason for this universe containing this world that knows abstract reason only because it works on an abstract level relatively to that of my grey plastered mind that resolves until it's beyond its natural realm and everything is just super strings which is not understood for the same reason it's meaningless but logically is the root of what's meaningful but means nothing for the pilot on the ground who sees the truth that doesn't fly and stuff It's 5:00 anti meridian or amplitude modulation or archive master and I can't sleep because the ground is too hard for such a human state as sleep Parental nagging. The shell of the human continues to humor some care for the humorous human standard. Can't say I don't care that I can't sleep because I don't care because the shell cares for care for the hidden nothing inside -Inhahe Ngt hena memea nsnothi.