At A Loss...

I feel compelled to write something, but I'm at a loss...

I've had the whole week to myself, to get back in touch with who I am; to not be constricted by the normal, tedious banalities of day to day life, but can think of nothing interesting to say, as I am at a loss...

I finished today's work before lunch and have done nothing this afternoon, as I am at a loss...

I have an oversized, underwhelming jalapeno burger sitting in my gut that I ordered because nothing else looked remotely decent at the restaurant to which I didn't want to go, as I was at a loss...

I sit at a desk with nothing to do; with 67 minutes to kill before the sultry combination of rye, bitters, and maraschino cherries hits my lips, for I am at a loss...

I see that people who have nothing, literally nothing, so little to the point that they need the government to feed them, demonized as being too lazy, stupid, and complacent to pull themselves out their lowly station. I'm at a loss...

I see our President drawing clear lines and then running away from them. I'm at a loss...

I see the monsters whose unchecked greed nearly destroyed the global economic order as we know it vindicated, their thievery condoned, as if nothing ever happened, including their salvation at our expense. I'm at a loss...

I see my friend dying, her body being overrun with cancer, the prospect of her having to tell her kids that this is the end. I'm at a loss...

I'm not trying to be depressing. I'm just at a loss...