I'm convinced I purchased solitude somewhere along the line, and now it's mine. My receipt says I paid with anger and that they gave me to much change, so that explains. Depression is dripping from the ceiling, the carpet stained from what I've shed. Hand squeezing my forehead as I'm striving for breath, but there's no air left. Somehow shadows are different people and objects now have emotion. A plant and me are friends but words were spoken, when a door wouldn't open. My sanity is gravity and I'm floating away at a steady pace. As my chivalry so familiar to me ties me by the waist, I'm anchored in this place. -LIV
This is a good place to be anchored to. This is a wonderful time in your life. Stay here. Well put. I hope Im reading this right. This is what I get out of this.
ReplyDeleteI was going to make a similiar comment about your being in a good place...You're doing wonderful, you've come a long way already. Take a breath, like you said....We're coming to save you from your lonliness; at least for a few days. We try as we can to help you pull through.
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