the many shades of grey

I haven't been writing, and it's not because I lack the desire to do so. Many times I find myself staring at the empty space trying to put into words my emotions and thoughts. I arrive at the same conclusion every time though; that it has all been said before.

My life's going in circles. A downward spiral. I go through the motions; doing the same things, saying the same things. I crack the same jokes and express the same strain of cynicism and irony so much that I even bore myself.

I'm a gunslinging chaser of the wind. I'm a hollow shell. I'm the envy of some, pitied by the rest.

A spinning coin, that's what I am.