Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
Unachievable
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Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.
I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.
Every night I
play Russian Roulette with sleep
instead of bullets.
I lock the TV
behind the armoire doors so
I can get work done.
Some days it feels like
all I do is sit on this
couch and write for hours.
When the going gets
tough, I end up sleeping on
the couch, fully clothed.
Decorations for
Halloween still not up. Life
seems scary enough.
Nighttime landscapes blaze.
Lines of fire on hillsides trace
borders of life death.
No word from Anne. I
am not one for prayer, but
put hands together.