Not so merry go-around

I have lost the will to write . . . .
I guess its time for a summer vacation. Too much monotony has set in, too many circles, interconnected, and never ending. Too many people, too many connections, too many opinions, too many arguments . . .

Flow of thoughts comes when thoughts are allowed to flow freely . . . . I on the other hand feel stranded. Tied up. Too tied up.
And whom do I look to for help; everybody is looking at somebody else.

I only look up.
Cosmic games - I don't trust mortals with it anymore.