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!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Broken Peace

Just when you think everything is settling down

Something happens to wake you the hell up!

My mad week (two?) around my sister went well

It came to a finish and for a few hours I had quiet

Quiet came to an abrupt end and the new drama began

One on the verge of a breakdown at the actions of the other

Said "other" completely oblivious, by choice I think, of effects

I don't know what to do, or say.....

Posted by Ted at 9:50 am

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