Alas I cannot swim

The fingers itch. The mind races. The soul throbs. So much to say. The gates are blocked. Stupid fingers.

{They} don't like to think about it anymore.

Yesterday the world was careworn, but loved. Today it is dilapidated, abandoned. I don't know what part I had to play in it be it nothing or the mastermind. Regardless, the weight is staggering.