Ctrl Alt Del

Ctrl. Alt. Del. Catatonic, I lie, my emotions frozen, specks of dust swept beyond the trails, of nameless pathways that could not be chosen. Numbed, I stand, all feeling shattered, like dandelion seeds adrift in the wind, shuffling between fragile clouds, pieces of my being appear carelessly scattered. Yearning, I wait, for a new day to dawn, hustling through crooked bends, scampering from regret to regret, frantically stitching together a fabric, of a life worn down and painlessly torn