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!

Friday, March 24, 2006

Mundane

I've hardly been able to write all week, not at all here

There's been plenty swirling around inside my head

Just no way for me to put it down in words properly

Combined with very little desire to share myself here

And being sick for half the week didn't really help

Now the weekend is just about upon me

Sorting more for Mum's ever approaching departure

I'm also dreading a necessary (overdue) conversation

While Little Boy is away I will have Little Miss

No real time to sit back, relax and concentrate on me

This is the life I've chosen for now, re-evaluation taking place

Posted by Ted at 9:23 am

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