Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Writing to write

It's been another day.  The darkness is developing in the cracks of time to engulf me with sadness.  I cried over my ice cream.  It went so quickly into a creamy broth that only brought tears to my eyes.  The welcome did not rise to make me feel warm with love.  I coveted the banana's smooth texture hoping to make a happiness in my mouth which might envelope me with a recognition of a time in which there were no great concerns over the future.  The certainity that time will be the friendliest of aquaintances to meet me each morning and kiss me on the forehead to wish me sweet dreams when I rest is gone and replaced with fear that I will crack into a million pieces and scatter into the oblivion of darkness.

Why you ask does this need to be written today.  I have screamed and fought with the ugliness today and it won this lap.  Hopefully tomorrow there will be a different outcome........

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