no change, no difference, not living loudly.
So quiet that only the sound of breathing is
heard,... a reminder of continuing on.
Every task is the same..the battle to
survive is done on paper,
and time is spent waiting for answers.
A rut, a groove, a hole you might say,
that grows deeper as weeks turn into months.
My cycle is predictable, static...these walls
see the same me each night as I leave to work,
and greet me as I return to rest in the morning.
There are things I could do, but I am not ready
to take those steps, not sure if I ever will be.
Only I can break this pattern..either I will
crawl out, or be pushed back, but it's a decision of one.
Too much time spent alone, has not been good to me.
It's a struggle to stay on the side of positive..a fight I battle each
and every day.
Time is passing by, passing me by.
I'm really not digging this...even in the worst days of my past there was feeling, not stagnation.
I need change.
Now.
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***NO comments on this, please.****
It is only a moment in my history that I will someday look back on.
Thanks. Venting as usual.
~k
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