Repetitive.

I'm losing all the connections I had. Failing to create new ones. Living with my eyes shut tight and my fingers crossed. I don't want to look; but I will hope and wish that I am walking in the right direction. I am crossing a road with both ears plugged and head heavy with rain. The rain is falling from my ears and filling my shoes with the hollow sound of wind from last year's storm.

And nothing means a thing to me.