Why do I do this to myself. Why do I fear. Why can't I just listen to the words I hear. Where is the source of this innate insecurity. When will I believe feelings of purity.
I stop and look around. The house makes no sound. The road outside vibrates with small minds. Block rather pathetically with my venetian blinds.
I need to feel the warmth. I need it last night. Coldness shivers sickness. There was no fight. I fear what I don't hear. And what I read makes me ill. I wish there was a solution, but I am glad there is no pill.
Some silly words detailing my morning.
More later.
1 comment:
Sounds like my day today.
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