Stuck (pt2)

This is becoming a mess of words spewing, in hopes the spewing will generate relief. Maybe a glimpse at breaking free? Light from beyond those boundaries bleeding inward, casting shadows; neither good nor bad, just there. You pour the cold coffee down the drain. What a waste. What was once a sip of warmth and happiness, coldened by distractions. And still... you're left... stuck. Reaching for a motivation that never existed in this reality. From this perspective; no forward, no retrograde, up-down, inside, or out. You crave to be moved by anything. In that movement, freedom, solace, maybe even a soft smile... ...but no. Still static. Stationary. Suspended... Stuck.