Down down down, here we go again. Spinning down the vile pit of despair. Pathetic and lowly and despicable. That weakness has got a strong grasp, fingers tight on my collar, gathering the fabric and wrenching me forward. An irresistable despair, I dig my pit further. Broken cardboard hearts, torn from the sheet of the morning and spoiled in life's darkly decay. That silly seed of emotion turned into a creeping vine, I am consumed. The purpley clouds on the horizon breaking over the clear blueness of early morning skies. My body's out of tune with that song I once had sung. Unstrung and useless, I sit, stewing, stubborn and weak.
A collection of photos and phrases, a walk through the forested mind of a witchy-woman.
Comments
i read your words.yestearday, today...i guess that'll keep reading it tomorrow.
words like hammer is that of yours.Keeps smashing my brain.
Do we have will enough to make diference? i mean...forget it, i don't have this gift of yours.
Take care.