Squeeze my eye lids with fore finger and thumb. It’s too bright in this office, two bright screens. Always flashing. My eyes flicker about, no wonder I’m tired.
It runs deeper then that though doesn’t it. I feel like a torch on its last legs, flicker, flicker, flicker. It’s been like this for a while… It’s not all bad, but my days are peppered with vacant stares and a nagging emptiness.
I’m writing this in order to acknowledge it. Small steps I guess. My soul feels like that torch. Flicker,flicker, fucked.