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Sometimes my mind tells me I am a monster. Quite often. In fact, so often that the impact leaves me dizzy as if in a desert with no water. It seems, I've many roots with which I react- The anger rots, a dead branch on the ground. The joy grows, its blossoms then fall to the ground. Self-pity grows, moldy leafs decay into the ground. Anxiety sprouts, tied up in fights, also bound for the ground. The sadness digs its way beneath the whole mess. Today the rain clouds sprinkle in my head, Torrential clouds surround me, but nonetheless the crops keep growing above these roots, their bed belongs to my personal monster. So much stress. Too much stress for a lonely path that ends with us all dead. |
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