April Falling

I am blank. I sit here trying to conjure up something of importance to write about, realizing its the banal that so fluidly fills me. The everyday day stuff that is left lingering. My self wanting to get out.   I am exhausted.  I am blank. 

I write and chuckle as if someone besides me is actually going to read this. Remains of this day still having their effect. I partially part with them with each new sip of wine. I wait patiently, my heart starts pumping as I hear, wait, nope nothing. Even now blank. Again.