Poor circulation pt 4

The journey was on this blog
Every blessed hardship
Every terrible thought
All the bullshit
All the good times

I used to like mountains
I used to like family
I used to like music
I used to like girls
I used to like hot cocoa
I used to like christmas
I used to paint
I used to hike
I used to read poetry
I used to light incense and seek views
I used to pray
I used to write and publish books
I used to play guitar and light campfires
I used to make conversation
I used to go out on friday nights

Clock on.
Clock off.
Repeat.

and now I cant think of a single thing that matters to me.

Not a single thing.