Today. I don’t know how I feel about today. I have been writing about the changes I am going through and I wonder if it all isn’t a mid-life crisis. If my OCD has gotten the best of me and it is just overriding my whole thought process. Today was the first day I felt
I refuse to apologize for my state. Consuming tides seen blistering in storms, heated from shores to shores. Wait. Step back. Let me reiterate, illustrate. Not to confuse you with land but a man. Where sands of time flow through the cracks of his mind. I’m not the Florida man. But though I see the
We look out to the stars to answer the questions from deep within, as they reveal a light from amidst the darkness. The questions that plague us and cause us to stumble. The chemical imbalance that has ravaged many and been seen as demons in the past. It is a marvel to me how so
Where does it all end? The same things over and over again as if it was played out to be an exact copy. People find comformance and tolerance in such a routine schedule. Yet for me it is only increasing my anxiety. I don’t know entirely what is happening with me. It is not the
I honestly don’t know what the hell is going on anymore. I get wrapped up in my head that it all seems to mush into a big mess. I am having a hard time keeping my OCD in check lately. For the most part, it used to be easy, just listen to music and write.
Radiating echo, vibrating through the sweet aroma of life exhaled. Catching rough, sour thoughts blurred into repugnant memories as breaths inhale. Senses sensed through sensual sessions, scents of cents to remember the change. Wily tales spun but found at a lost state in pieces of mind. Pictured procedures producing parallel paradoxes past present preceding, postponed
Kill me not with soft words from such lips. Having my soul engulfed by invigorating touch that reaches the long, forgotten, beating heart. Keep me buried if I am but a passing wind in a season of one’s choosing. I have yielded to such a cause that men seem to fall victim to. Why has