Shards and scatterings from an unsettled and distracted mind. A poem or note, letters and photographs, pieces of life with little value other than to that which it is bound. Sights, sounds, smells and laughter, the silent taste of tears and greying clouds of sadness. Trinkets of silver linings that make you smile and become lost in the same moment. These are some of mine, they may mean nothing to you or there could be a spark of recognition
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Darkness
Here I am at the same point I've been what seems like a thousand times before. The darkness has settled in around me and I have no weapons to fight it off. I don't know why I keep ending up here. I take pills to try and make myself happy, attend my ritual head shrinking, but yet it always fades off. Then I let the pills fall from my fingers into the abyss and the talking fades into the background, and here I am.
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