Pelgris

I can’t write this story. My mind keeps slipping away. My heart burns a slow fire.  I can’t focus on anything.  I lose myself for minutes at a time.  I am rarely this unfocused.  My mind slips and finds itself where it should not be.  Or maybe should be, where it most desires to be.  My mind goes perhaps in the hope that my body will somehow follow. But in vain.  I cannot make this choice.  So I wait. And though I may wait forever and though I may not achieve my desires, I am hopeful. But still, I can’t write.