The hardest choices often involve what you know you should do, and what you want to do.
I don’t even remember what day this is… or if it even matters.
I’ve done nothing but work. Mindless. So mindless.
I’m sharp but sluggish.
So sharp that I could slice through the proverbial butter like a heated blade.
But I feel as dull as ever.
Feels like I’m tempered steel, in the process of creation.
Hot, cold, hot, cold. Steam, ice.
Make up your damn mind.