my ears ring to the silence.
I survived a violent ass thunder storm that almost turned into a tornado. It destroyed powerlines, fences and launched debris into apartments. Wood and concrete were not a match for the elements. It was terrifying.
The silence at this hour of the void bites me.
Had to go to the Er last week. Waited 3 hours to be seen, had an infection. Got expensive ass medicine, spent the week in seclusion. Still recovering wonderfully, I am thankful I got badass friends abroad! Though I am mostly silent, I am usually vigilant. Good luck friends! I hope ya'll are having a wonderful weekend of world map traveling and adventure.
The fadeaway is worse than death.
I am talking don't dismiss what I am saying. Pay attention, there will be a quiz.
I've got a grand silence and ringing in my ears.
Rage is something that must be contained, even when others are looking to provoke it's wrath. Don't assume that because I see things differently that I am mentally incompetent. It will only put you out when you need help the most.
The long silence.
lord help me.
why are these nights always so long?
The lateness of hour makes the earliest of mornings. Exhaustion is but a term used by the weak to describe the sensation of loneliness and fatigue at the hands insomnia. Yet I know this, yet it matters not, my design in this scheme small and foreboding to the things that are to come. Portentially, potentially a long a time coming since the mark has been made, waiting for a trigger, I'll be taking the initiative.
I wish I was indestructible when the hurt comes a rumbling.
It doesn't matter how much damage the frame takes when heart break hit's like a wrecking ball.
A blow felled is still a stumble and a humbling to a knee when I want to stand proud.
Got all the time in the world and patience isn't going to have it my way.
I'll shrug it all soon enough when the weight gets to be too much but till then I'm carrying a world of hurt.
Tough shit isn't impossible to overcome, but come on when it's time to dare I better win.
Cold. Tired. Need warmth.
I've started the new year on the defensive. Constantly having to exile myself since others will not stand with me as the tide approaches. Even with limited employment it's been hard and I am struggling to keep a smile on my face even just for formalities sake. I would say that I am 'trying' but to say, "I try" means to invite failure. Failure may be the foundation of success but too much of it is like cancer. So I will continue to do what I can until I cannot do anymore then I pray someone will gather the wherewithal to stand with me and help me to my feet when I hit the pavement. I would say I trust but that's a word that's as scarce as love; fleeting and cherished when it's expressed.
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Harpoon through the heart.
I guess I am crazy enough to fuckin' try.
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