Gathered words.

A few things to share:
1.)
Sometimes when I'm working, my breathing speeds up and my eyes fill with tears, spilling over onto my cheeks or even my hands, busy and fluttering over the keyboard. I'm overwhelmed with a feeling of nothingness. Of boredom to the extent of absence. Of absolute numbness to the world.
I'm not 'sad' necessarily. Just done. Done with pointless conversations and useless numbers. Done with technology and telephones. Done with coffee and lunch-times and the stupid little fan that I have to have otherwise I get lightheaded. 'Course, I get lightheaded even with the fan.

2.)
make a song.
make a thing.
dance a dance,
fling a fling.
make all for yourself
express yourself
be yourself
you are the only  one
like you
in the world.
so be in the world.
make for the world.
sing to the world.

3.)
When you’re sad, the thoughts weigh on me
Making the world and all it’s things so heavy.
I wish I could throw them off of me and you
And make everything like when we were new.

When the world was happy and bright
And we went out every night
And we thought that light
would come of everything.
That was when I felt right.

We make plans together
Or rather I make plans forever
For years away and down the road.
It seems I'll never be free of this load.