What shall I do?
What shall I say?
When I undoubtedly feel this way.
You make me wonder, you make me sway; it all feels like I have no say. 49 more words
My nightmare’s attitude alludes to the many meticulous dimensions of my previous detachments to depression; however, my most meticulous decisions as of late have led me like a lemur to my elusive emotions creating the impression of pain and the rediscovery of my own suicidal tendencies. 97 more words
A week before Christmas, someone posted a poem by writer, L R Knost:
Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
All things break. 377 more words
I’ve been giving a lot of thought to my initial reaction after the election — the morning after that too-late Tuesday night, when I’d gone to bed exhausted, my nerves worn to a thin fray. 1,288 more words