When I thought I could stand up and keep walking forward... well I thought wrong.
One's happiness could turn into my sore sore sore...
Since when that was ok? Disgusted.
Plans have been made, lives that have been brought into this world...
I, feel, inadequate for any of it.
Something needs to be done. But could it?
Wee hours, pages and pages of pages were browsed through...
Searching, longing for a sense of, a sense of...
Wee hours, reading a beautiful poem from an old friend...
He titled it "Questioning the Question"
Sadness slowly creeps in.
Could it be a sense of sadness I was longing for? Searching for?
Fresh tears are warm
The beating heart though, has lost its warmth a while back.
A microwave might be handy for me, if you know what I mean...
Another rainy season that dampens my mood.
Sigh.
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