It's 'come home to an empty room" o' clock. You switch on the lights, and find yourself in a parody. The 4x4 you call your room is as accepting as the child who's been denied a pacifier.
Sometimes the most daunting task is to face yourself, uninhibited.
It's scary. Falling short of your own expectations; looking back to find failures and shortcomings tutting at you. Tomorrow looks as unsure as the present. You are reminded of a bug, unloved, an unwanted, lying on its back. It can't expect its friends to come to help and flip it over, can it?
Then why are you so expecting, you think to yourself
!
You try and talk yourself out of your self- inflicted pain. Cliches, the silver linings and the glintless dawn, they can't exorcise your demons
Sometimes the most daunting task is to face yourself, uninhibited.
It's scary. Falling short of your own expectations; looking back to find failures and shortcomings tutting at you. Tomorrow looks as unsure as the present. You are reminded of a bug, unloved, an unwanted, lying on its back. It can't expect its friends to come to help and flip it over, can it?
Then why are you so expecting, you think to yourself
!
You try and talk yourself out of your self- inflicted pain. Cliches, the silver linings and the glintless dawn, they can't exorcise your demons
!
You try the pills instead. There is a certain comfort in slumber.
You have your dreams that none can take away from you.
At that precise moment, when you are trying to wash them down with a mouthful of beer, you see a book.
The cover is battered; you reach out to it...
To be continued...
You try the pills instead. There is a certain comfort in slumber.
You have your dreams that none can take away from you.
At that precise moment, when you are trying to wash them down with a mouthful of beer, you see a book.
The cover is battered; you reach out to it...
To be continued...
