The Hollowing Difference

It's just me. Sitting here stagnant. With this machine in my head. Tormented and growing ever closer to the fumbling desolation. The need to have a drive. To uplift me toward something more than what is. Grinding contemplation at my surroundings. Using the machine to an advantage rather than a hinderance, I spring forward to conquer the world and smite my headache. Then collapse under the weight of "who cares?".