I want to sincerely thank all those who’ve extended birthday wishes. It’s overwhelming to say the least.
It has been a trying 12 months for me, It’s the support of those that care that afford me the strength to persist.
Breathe meaningfully, each day a new chapter, each step a word.
Reality flows through my tear ducts and not even the fortitude of my greatest fantasies seem capable of stemming its tide.
For every ounce expelled, a pound remains. Three cheers for my knees.
175 at rest and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing to worry about, but nothing I can do…
Every. Single. Day…I don’t know what it means, but I wish my thoughts would stop falling through the holes in old clocks. Appreciate them for what they are, being right twice a day doesn’t make them reliable.
I feel both trapped and disregarded. I’m a prisoner of thoughts I can’t control and emotions that do not listen. My inability to feel comfort in the expression of either around you is a product of how my past expression has been met with anger, frustration, derision.
My fear was met with resentment.. It wasn’t my choice to cry half the night in silence.. it was yours to get in my face during a state of fear and confusion, throwing me out instead of.. trying to understand with me.
My heart free falls once more.. waiting for compassion to catch it.
Even the purest of intentions turn sour in the shadow of waning focus and loss of attention.
The minutia, the oversights, the tiniest truths beget the largest cracks.
erived from their collusion…an addiction, the heat of which is tempered by only the most basic needs for survival…
How can one hope to rise above something that so wholly engulfs the desires of both mind and body?