[le sigh]

dearly beloved, where have you been?

oh, where was the drive gone? the desire, the impetus, the inspiration?

have you gone away altogether, and left me a desolate shell?

am i not able to get myself out of this proverbial hole without you?

so, am i stuck? am i to be left in this overfill of waste, pathetic waste?

where are you, dearly beloved, my saving grace? is it too much for me to ask?

is it too greedy to ask for a lift, a shove in the path.. a path that'll end in happiness?

can i not have my fix? a jolt is all that's needed, really.

to clear my head of the haze, the clouds are formed thick and impenetrable.

that's why i'm asking.. no, pleading. groveling. begging-

for something. save me from this personal hell, for i cannot do it-

not by myself..

you've captured my life.

now can you capture a miracle?