I am barely functioning. I can't move. I have been lying around all day doing nothing except coming in and out of awareness. It hurts. I hurt. There is no one to talk to, to reach out to for help. I don't want to do this any more. I can't take it. I can't take the pain of existence. I was shattered so long ago and the pieces are scattered like "Dust in the Wind...all we are is Dust in the Wind" (Kansas lyrics).
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DUST STORMS |
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