Read me

Nothing compels me anymore.

I have let myself submit to the 
thrill of a routine I never understood,
and settle for a place I never learned
to call home.

I have let myself become complacent.

My blood no longer boils
with that restless youth.
There isn’t much left of
that fire burning in my veins,
despite this coal I call a heart.

I’m truly lost in this element.

—  “Burnt out” remnant-thoughts