feeling slightly better, this peace comes upon me at least for the moment, as if i was in the eye of a great, violent storm and i can see it raging in the distance and something tells me it's only a matter of time before i'm caught up in it again as it advances, churning … Continue reading “Eye Of The Storm”
Tag: mental illness
“Twenty Years”
twenty years in this game, quickly becoming an O.G. in my field of expertise, a hard earned title to be sure, day in and day out putting in work and doing what i do, riding the waves of life, the ups and downs, the paranoia and all the miscellaneous thoughts that come with the territory … Continue reading “Twenty Years”
“Pill Box”
so many meds i take, pills galore, medicine bottles all lined up neatly on my desk where they wait until the next time i have to refill my weekly pill box, pills for everything, pills for this and pills for that and pills for the side effects of of other pills, so much to keep … Continue reading “Pill Box”
“Lunch Time”
not much of an appetite even after the depression has passed, i sit here as the lunch hour comes creeping up on me and nothing is really moving me or sounding all that good to me, having skipped breakfast i will surely eat something as the hunger starts to make inroads with dull growlings deep … Continue reading “Lunch Time”
“Homeless Guy”
shaggy hair and grizzly beard, unkempt clothes and smelling of the hard scrabble life you live, sitting on a random bench i engaged you, offering you coffee that you gladly accepted, taking sips in between muttering to yourself about who knows what, perhaps a beautiful mind, i have no way of knowing but i hope … Continue reading “Homeless Guy”
“Shopping Trip”
making my way through Target amongst the crowds of everyday shoppers, i am aware of my thoughts projecting from my mind and the fact that everyone can hear what i am thinking, exposed and naked before all and there is nothing i can do about it except hurry up and get out of there as … Continue reading “Shopping Trip”
“First Thing”
first things first, i glance out the kitchen window, wondering if the snipers will take me out today, the thought flitting through my mind as naturally as breathing, a way of life for me, expecting the unexpected, hoping for the best but planning for the worst, a wearisome way to live, yet i get by … Continue reading “First Thing”
“The Good News”
good news for the politically correct, pseudo-intellectual closeted haters out there who would never dream of hating a person for their race or for being a Muslim or Sikh or Hindu, who take up the rallying call of female liberation everywhere, there is still one group you can loose your venom on and hate to … Continue reading “The Good News”
“Good Times Past”
headphones on, a Christian dubstep mix in my ears, i am transported back to a better time, mornings spent sitting at Starbucks, bagels and coffee and blogging on my laptop, more manic times of reaching out and making connections here and there, talking about this, that and the other with whoever was put in my … Continue reading “Good Times Past”
“Silent Musings”
these mornings seem to get to me sometimes, being up before the sun and everybody else in the house, stalking around all alone in the eerie quiet where only snores and my overbearing thoughts are heard, even seeming like the only one on the internet as the world slumbers away, maybe it would be nice … Continue reading “Silent Musings”
