Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Less than embers

Though not everything is falling apart it sure feels like the world is crumbling.  Why does one of my only modes of social contact have to be full of such frustration and disgust?  Can I not watch the news?  Can I not have a friend who doesn't passive aggressively try to assert his opinion into my soul?


I'm up.
I'm down.
Down. Down. Down.
Then up. However brief.

Something tries to convince me to embrace the up more than the down, but it's okay to be down sometimes.  Really.

I think the world is falling apart.  Some days I have hope and some days I'm gasping for air.  How are we going to make it here?

Sorry for the overshadowing clouds.
And sorry for apologizing.
I can't seem to get anything right, can I?