September has come and passed.

I've never been one to be able to express myself very well. Especially during times like these, I just lose the ability to communicate.

Every morning I wake up feeling like I never went to sleep.
I pull myself out of bed, force myself to be productive but the fatigue brings me back.
I am never hungry but I just eat.
Halfway through the afternoon I would play with the idea of sleeping the day away so that time would pass by quicker.
By then I would have done nothing at all from the procrastination.
Come nighttime, I would stare at my laptop till bedtime.



I was happy in my harbour
When you cut me loose
Floating on an ocean
And confused
Winds are whipping waves up
Like sky scrapers
And the harder they hit me
The less I seem to bruise

And when I
Find the controls
I'll go where I like
I'll know where I want to be
But maybe for now
I'll stay right here
On a silent sea
On a silent sea