Posted by chili on May 1, 2005, at 1:30:45
After 2 months of just sitting and gathering flies(the small ones) The Dishes are Done. As Ive laid in my bed, and tried to rest my head, waiting for someone to wake me up from this nightmare, this depression that haunts like so many ghosts at once, tearing at my soul beckoning me to come withe them, I ask them, Why Me, why are you calling Me. Ive neglected this life, I'm not living now, For I am only breathing. I do not want to neglect, What in out brain turns that neglectful part in to full throttle? Today, for reasons I do not know, I accomplished something, The Dishes are Done. Its my hope this feeling that made me do this today, will be there tommorow. I have Hope.
poster:chili
thread:492179
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