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!

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Hello World

"He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts."


I feel like I'm in a world all of my own

Each day seemingly no different from the last

The monotony is becoming tiresome

Plans in place to break the cycle, waiting...

Tried to force inspiration, creativity, without success

Still struggling quietly with habit breaking

Replacement is getting old, need to find new

Brings me back to lacking creative inspiration, can't force

World of my own making, few inhabitants, less visitors....

"I'm every nightmare you've ever had. I'm your worst dream come true.
I'm everything you ever were afraid of. "

Posted by Ted at 9:59 am

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