mad rat in circles

I am starting this unsure of what to say, because 99% of the time, I'm wrecking my brains on what to write, 0.7% of time I would suddenly be thunderstruck with an inspiration to spill. That leaves me now with 0.3% of the time on a clueless blind spot.

I feel like a quite, cold dead. Literally.

I'm in those moments when life takes no turn and what I'm seeing is this never-ending plateau of monotony. Okay, fine, I'm bored.

Then again, what I'm really instigating is the feeling of having felt no real threshold. That does not insinuate me being a sado-masochist of sorts.

But sometimes, I look at people and I wonder to myself, what really is lacking in my life that prevents the building of...well anything.

This is really getting now-where. Ugh!