Sunday, April 11

cause I am living just to breathe

I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here
Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear

that I am just nothing
Now its just what I've become
What am I waiting for

Its already done  -The Bravery

Some days, the pain is harder than others. Nothing like waking up from a dream that ruins your day so early on. It's like a whole new subset of sad.

I'm going to take shower. Maybe it'll turn this morning funk around.


CactusFreek said...

Hi :o)
Did you write that poem yourself? It's quite good!
The beast we fight is very much like a living thing we battle every day. But there is hope.
You know that Indian proverb about feeding the two men? The one that grows strong is the one that you feed. Starve the beast :o)

Twon said...

I did not. When I have feelings I can't bring myself to express, I usually interject lyrics instead to express my feeling without having to actually say it.

But it's a step backward for a journal with the intent of discussing my feelings lol I'll work on that.