With heart

"When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part"
- John Mayer, Dreaming With A Broken Heart

Not only is it lonely and broken. It hurts like a bitch. Rather reluctant to go about this weekend and proceed with the new week, which doesn't seem rather new considering it's a rather monotonous lifestyle. It feels like after everyday, a part of me dies down.

God, please re-ignite me.
"Look in the smallest places."

And... yes. Sigh.
Shit. I feel so dumb.

I have no ambition, no drive, no energy, no life, no love, no feelings, no thoughts, no words to say. Nothing left. A broken heart is an open heart.

Then I remember the ring Power Ranger sent over - "Hope".