I just feel a sense of loss.
A deep melancholy.
You know how just some things are
after voicing it out; it sticks to you
like sticky glue and blends, morphs into
your thoughts, you feelings.
The bubble's burst and it's all lost
The words ain't staying in my head and
there is perpetual exhaustion to deal with.
Stop, take a look
take a step back, review.
Move along.
Simply no luxury to do that.
Eat sleep get fat.
It's a freaking cycle that drags on.
I know this will end,
I know it'll be over
But sometimes,
by counting down
It just emphasizes the time, the agony for it all the end.
I want to be strong
but I'm failing
The hatred is felt. Thank you very much and your displeasure shows
and yes, it's working.
So get the hell of out my face and deal with your own issues.
I need some respite.
"I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one”
-Shakespeare
It's a dark dark night.
