Lose/lose

Lose/lose. The night falling upon us, clouds dancing, little pieces of insomnia falling into places, as a jigsaw my mother used to play with. Shredded soul, no hopes for tomorrow.

Dancing blindly in the dark, room full of spiders, a pity, really a pity, honest, I swear.

All work and no play is the environment.

If I could just be not myself, be this or that, him or her.