Again life and time seem to come crashing down around my ears, while I'm forced to listed.
Failure should have been seen like a beacon or strobe but it was ignored. Anxieties, stress, and exhaustion plague a once energetic mind and body. Giving into it is desired but circumstances force me to press on. If one demand is met perhaps things will be easier.
Again the month of April, Gaypril as it has become known, taunts and laughs as I crumble beneath these weights I just want to give up. For a brief moment. To have a break, peace, nothing, to have life stop for a moment instead of pulling me on the highway.
........................not enough rest. Not enough time.
Failure should have been seen like a beacon or strobe but it was ignored. Anxieties, stress, and exhaustion plague a once energetic mind and body. Giving into it is desired but circumstances force me to press on. If one demand is met perhaps things will be easier.
Again the month of April, Gaypril as it has become known, taunts and laughs as I crumble beneath these weights I just want to give up. For a brief moment. To have a break, peace, nothing, to have life stop for a moment instead of pulling me on the highway.
........................not enough rest. Not enough time.
One moment of happiness there shall be. In fact, maybe two days of it.
ReplyDeleteAll outcomes weigh on the shoulders of another, less tied to that moment.
ReplyDeleteI hope to stop hoping.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we must simply exist. But those times are for the more lonely.
ReplyDelete"But we've got to find other ways to make it alone, or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this, keepin' a comfortable distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk."
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