Again

So much is forged on the exterior,

I become something I’m not.

The fragile interior shatters,

My precious work is lost.

Grrr…

I wanna write about this, but I’m stumped and can’t figure it out. Ugh

My Life

Starting this week, I am discontinuing my weekly appointments with my therapist.

She is slow, inarticulate, and unable to discuss matters that do not involve herself.

I have better means of therapy…

Abysmal Intent

Your idle chatter only touches the surface

Of a tension strung between us.

My repose aura begs to crack

The formal filter you tend to display.

My lack of facade reveals my insight

Of a great being captured in an endless cycle.

Our previously exchanged words

Rest on the surface of my thoughts.

You bury these words beneath you

Unwilling to resurrect them.

You elude my outspoken gaze

Until I turn and finally catch your eye.

For a moment to long you sit

The surface broken by the mutual awareness.

S.O.S.

I look back at what I’ve written and think

“Damn! That couldn’t have been my words.”

I need some inspiration, my brain’s ability to compose words is dying.

Summary of My Day

“Doctor Jekyll is wrestling Hide for my pride.”

Enjoy

“Life has taught us that love does not consist in  gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

This man was a French writer and aviator. He has some of the most incredible quotes:

http://en.thinkexist.com/quotes/antoine_de_saint-exupery/

A Bad Beginning

I hate Sundays. They are detrimental to my mental health. I sit in my room thinking for hours. This eventually leads to my feeling depressed and crying. What a great way to start off every week.