No Pretty Words

Time has come to a standstill.
Being in too many ruts have a way of killing your brain, slowly.
You give and you take.
Losing yourself along the way has always been one of the options.
You choose to take it.
Being devoid of emotions does not mean you can't feel.
It's whether you'd rather show or not.

Give me time.
My thoughts will metamorphize into something conceivable one day.

I have nothing to give at all.

Because I'm wound up with the tightest rope imaginable.

It's cold in here.