Mother texts the wife to ask if I'm OK. I'm OK, mom. At least, I hope so. I'll never really know for sure.
Listening to The Smiths and photo-shopping vacation photos so that others think my life is just grand. If they only really had a clue. But they never will, because I have nothing to share to those that pretend to care.
Right now I feel like a pin-less grenade. It's the timer that has me intrigued, at least for the moment. But when it blows, I'll go...
It's the timer that has me intrigued. That is a fascinating and sinister line all in one. Depression is a monster, living and breathing. It is fluid as it ebbs and flows the pulling out of surf before the tsunami. It is devastation. We find our high ground - that is my hope for those who deal with the abyss.
Posted 8 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
8 Years Ago
So nice to see that you are still around here, you were always there to comment on my much better wo.. read moreSo nice to see that you are still around here, you were always there to comment on my much better works when I was so young. I hate that I've shelved writing for so long. Life moves on, and your passions get pushed aside and sometimes forgotten as you try to manage through the day to day. It's only in the darkest times that I push something out on paper. Nowadays, I'm clueless to what my passions even are.
It's the timer that has me intrigued. That is a fascinating and sinister line all in one. Depression is a monster, living and breathing. It is fluid as it ebbs and flows the pulling out of surf before the tsunami. It is devastation. We find our high ground - that is my hope for those who deal with the abyss.
Posted 8 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
8 Years Ago
So nice to see that you are still around here, you were always there to comment on my much better wo.. read moreSo nice to see that you are still around here, you were always there to comment on my much better works when I was so young. I hate that I've shelved writing for so long. Life moves on, and your passions get pushed aside and sometimes forgotten as you try to manage through the day to day. It's only in the darkest times that I push something out on paper. Nowadays, I'm clueless to what my passions even are.