Making me quite again

back into a shell, but my arms are still exposed.

We’ll try and think of a title when we are closer to the end

when we get more ammunition.

one that will awaken me , catch me in its web,

one that will drive someone crazy.

It’s midnight again ,

over and over,

it was yesterday and today and tomorrow, too.

All that peeling wallpaper,

midnight over me,

wrapped around me,

( Saturday is over now)

Gigabytes over me,

awakening the quiet,

and I am digital forever,

a lingering soul, hung up on Wednesday.