Lets start at the end like a Stephen King Noveland I’ll get this all out before I start to lose my bottle,and before I have a wobble and I waffle till I nobbleany chance I have to throttle back, and all my nerves then gobble up my message. So I decided I should cobbletogether a…
What’s the fucking point? Nothing I say ever sticks. One way as always.
Look to the future. Time for positivity! It’s the little things.
Supercalifrag ilisticexpiali docious, sang Mary. Footnote: I have zero idea why this occured to me but it made me chuckle so… 😄 Additional Footnote: This is my 100th post… not sure it’s exactly the centennial post I had envisaged, but what the hell 😉
Low doesn’t cut it. Everything seems like hard work. Im tired of hurting.
I’ve never felt so empty. The light inside me; gone. The wish to reignite it diminished. How did it all go wrong? Now there’s a piece missing. I don’t think I can get it back. Every time I break a little more. Expose yet another crack.
The house is so quiet, a distinct lack of noise. The energy’s left here. I so miss my boys. The floors have no radiance, the walls sound hollow. No longer a home, just a house, full of sorrow.