I’ve got pockets full of troubles don’t offer me a fiver I can’t make change I’d pay more than a penny for new thoughts new stories different endings tearing holes in my pockets pour out my sorrows ending up with rocks in my shoes Advertisements
Threads of thought tangled tight in my chest. Pain in taunt chords, keeps me from sleep. I search for the pill that will start their loosening. A remedy of peace, for my life, in pieces. I read a story about a man with a zit. He asked the doctor: “What do I do?” “Let it … More Sohbet – Insomniatic
How many drugs does it take to stop the thinking? What sedative will still this soul? The nights are long; the stories in my head are short. Sadness in loops, feeding back to sadness. Short circuts, shortcircuting my sleep. I read a story about a man with a zit. Asked the doctor: “What do I … More Sohbet – insomnia, festering
I’m a little at a loss these days, dealing with the delightful problem of feeling better. Seriously, it’s a rather strange and foreign feeling after over 6 months of decrepitude. My current dillemma is one of how to rebuild my life, and into what? I have so many interests and things pulling at me, I’m … More Structure, Cage or Bones?
I was really looking forward to sitting this morning. Yesterday I had too much going on and just couldn’t bear the stillness. The sit I put off ’til last night was fabulous – quiet and grounded and deep. Today’s sit was very different, and not just because the sun was up