I'm not in the mood to write. br I'm sick of poetry, br sick of narratives, br sick of my own emotions. br I wish it could all go away. br I want to dispose of my thoughts br with yesterday's garbage. br I can't sleep. br I can't eat. br I can't breathe br anymore. br I just want it all to leave br and evaporate into the air. br My emotions have gone awol... br I'm hot one minute br and then cold the next, br and it's affecting everyone around me. br If I could just disappear br for just a little while br and finally get some rest, br all would be okay. br But all I can do now is wait br for the right time br to give up completely br and shut everything down. br I want a bomb to fall br on my head.