When he feels frustrated, I feel sad. My unreliable hands, unable to be offered.
This pandemic is affecting everyone. I suppose that's how it would go. If it doesn't affect the masses of the world, it wouldn't be a concerning pandemic.
To move forward in this cycle of life. See the tiny details in life. Mourn. Groan. Giggle. Laugh. Smile. Strive!
Friday, March 27, 2020
Thursday, March 5, 2020
The Night Beggar
I'm sick and tired of life.
I'm sick and tired of trying.
But I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and try again. There's a tiny voice inside of me that begs for everything to end. In what form, I dare not entertain.
Living like this is something I'm working towards. To be able to function day to day. And I am making progress.
Yet my nights are filled with thoughts of regrets for trying. It's strange to hate trying when I can see the good results. Perhaps I resent the result. It comes back in a cycle, I can never stop.
Such is life.
And I'm tired of it. It is tired of it. And it keeps on begging and begging and begging for me to stop.
I am wise enough to know that it's wrong. I'm not sure I am strong enough to contain it from bursting out.
I'm sick and tired of trying.
But I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and try again. There's a tiny voice inside of me that begs for everything to end. In what form, I dare not entertain.
Living like this is something I'm working towards. To be able to function day to day. And I am making progress.
Yet my nights are filled with thoughts of regrets for trying. It's strange to hate trying when I can see the good results. Perhaps I resent the result. It comes back in a cycle, I can never stop.
Such is life.
And I'm tired of it. It is tired of it. And it keeps on begging and begging and begging for me to stop.
I am wise enough to know that it's wrong. I'm not sure I am strong enough to contain it from bursting out.
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