You used to have sense

This is your conscience speaking.

You used to have sense. You used to have good grammar. You used to have writing "skill".
Is this what happens after a year of monotony?

You used to find happiness in the smallest of things.
You used to find light in the darkest of things.
You used to be a fun person.

Is it time to read on Anne Rice again? Her books seem to do wonders to your brain.
Is it time for you to go back to the wilds and search for your self? You seem to be constantly lost.

Your morbid thoughts are in full control again.
Your sunny side is gone obscured by dark,heavy clouds.

Is it just the weather bringing you down?
Is it just the cold freezing your brain?
Is it just stress that makes you post like you've never learned how to spell right?
Is it just boredom that reflects on your writing and makes this blog as boring as it is now?

Or is it really you? Are you as brain dead as I thought you're starting to be?
Whatever happened to all the "writing things" you learned and acquired?
Whatever happened to the light moments and taking things easy?

You're not yourself.
You're not in control of yourself.
You have to wake up and start doing something.
You have to be you again.


And may I remind you?
This is your conscience speaking.
So you'd better listen.