Torporific Summer

I sit here writing at this very moment, struggling to find the words to say what I really mean, like an Alzheimer's patient in the first stages of his incurable disease. I am forgetful of names and places, whither it be from arising from a deep slumber or from the weeks of study-less nights. I can't help but think it will last forever and all that I have worked for will be gone, erased from the depths of intellectual thoughts. I still notice discrepancies in the present and familiar faces, but my thoughts have been troubled and lethargic while the rest of the world has seemed to continued operating like clockwork. These days have become blurred together and I am finding it hard to see past the work-week, just like a mindless drone. I just hope that that little spark inside of me has went dormant rather that died altogether.