Has it gotten so bad?
distraction
I write, because the words overwhelm.
sing to me
Teach me the words to the song you now sing.
little stars
Little stars twinkle faintly in the sky.
harmless
His words, their syllables simple...
interactions
We play games you and I. Online interactions,
Monthly Musing – November 2017
A bit longer than planned, here's what I've been up to for the past few months.
weakdays
The mental load weighs heavily...
in search of praise
A work in progress partially formed.
self-destruct
Awake from the responsibilities that have popped into my mind overnight, I overcome exhaustion with caffeine.
whomsoever killed my dream
I will find you, near or far.
triangles
leaning back to each other in a sine.
Disguise
The costume gives me strength.
One day
One day I won't be surprised by the immeasurable grief
The Aftershocks of Grief
Nothing major happened recently, but sometimes it’s the small tremors, those aftershocks that echo long after events pass that build up into something overwhelming.
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