Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Monday, February 14, 2005

Not My World

A world that had been carefully constructed was left in ruins

This was a world that had been designed and built entirely for me

Each piece placed carefully, meticulously even, one after another

Slowly the world had encircled me completely, I could see nothing else

Each and every particle in this world was tainted ever so subtly

Not noticable when seen as a whole, only evident when examined individually

Like a house of cards it fell into ruin when the pieces revealed the lies

Posted by Ted at 12:41 am

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