Sick

Days have been going by so fast ~   as if no time has past at all ... as if everything is at a standstill waiting for me to return ...

Day in and out , all the days have been the same for me  .  I have not wanted to do much nor have I had the energy to do anything  .  This life just passes me by like the wind passing thru a field of wheat ... I feel life around me the same as the wheat that sways in the wind  ,  Yet I am not grasping on to it    ~    there's nothing that seems to attract me long enough that I might take hold .

Waking up to face another day seems getting harder and harder ...  I think I am sick  ...   yes  ,  very sick  ...   sick of being me ...