A Bit Cracked

Nowhere to go, no need to talk, no one who listens, either.
No need for thinking 'cause no need to talk.
No need for anything. No.
There IS a need. Feeling the mind is cracking away.
Just a pair of hands to keep something together wich runs through my fingers like sand, goddammit!
Deserted mind? hm. A Nevermind, though.
Great.

Get youself together, Sissy.

BA