so today was fine.
thought it was a more or less ordinary 'bad' day.
Perhaps more positive adjectives should be used to describe my days. ah well.
I am learning little lessons in life. Like theres a time and place for everything, and allowing things to 'flow' is refreshing too. The thought that if something needs to be done, i would have to do it, ha s put me in constant do mode. Rather tiring doing can be.
Example sleeping in a bed with another. Rising always before, so dutifully spreading the bed is expected. Cool. S o one leaves dutifully an unmade bed, without fluffing pillows, folding cover sheets or attempting to straighten (offering some aid) to the other.
That becomes tiring.
Asking others to see what i think is verrryyyy obvious is also tiring.
Like, I can u empty the bin whaen what has made it full is your garbage?
Such bitter complains make one tired....
Ever tiring. Always tiredness.. is an ailment that sleep often cant cure.
It laughs at a bed and pillows, and stuffed animals with smiling faces.
Nothing gives ease to a soul unrested and broken from silence.
Truth is no wound can heal being sealed.
No sore can close covered under paddings.
Funny. We hide our scars 'protectiing them from germs outside'... probably not scars wound i mean.
yeah so we hide em, protecting them...
really?protecting the or the ppl around them from a grave sight or a foul smell?
God knows.
Climax: I wish my yawning (pun that shit for yearining) would end. That sikence be broken so peace can mend a sour hearts sore.
mad poet shit dont!!!
raeeeeeee <3
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