Boken....in all senses of the word. broken heart broken soul broken tools broken truck broken dreams. shattered like the trees caught in the shock wave of an meteor impact. A fire ball that struck my heart with the force of a big horn sheep defending its reign. As the rain pounds i pray that the drops wash away the tears that have stained my vision.Like an attempt to wear rose coloured glasses and blindly choosing too dark a hue, all i see is red. Furious at the world at myself. The anger consuming the flames of my dreams like rain dampening the fuel while my billows ail in disrepair. As ice slowly forms over an alaskan lake in the fall my he
Wind turns in an odd manner. time tears away at the mission. Moments passing as the pieces scatter. Which direction is up? What is the first step? I've done this all before yet it all seems so new,or knew. Records are a great example lines carved into spirals, cycles that spin inward. What goes up comes down. That's the rule. I didn't make them I don't really believe in them. There in lies the conflict. Knowing and KNOWING. I feel so bound though I know there are none. My self imposed chains don't even have a fashionable appeal. I won't even take them off for bed. My armour is starting to chafe and I can't seem to remember how to take it o
As spring starts to coil i feel unsure about where to aim the push. i got what i wanted. TRUTH. now what to do with it. 9monthes of maintained lies, reality is its been a year of lies. i could feel the hurt emanating from their soul. i asked nicely then patiently i waited then i pushed then i gave up. upon giving up i got what i was asking for the whole time. to little to late? i've spent so much energy trying ,so much time engaging. it all feels like a waste. i know i'm not perfect and i did drop the ball regarding her emotion. i jumped without confiming my landing zone. i'm destroyed and distraught she fed me poison knowledgeable and admit