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Showing posts with label Sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sick. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Saturday, October 27, 2012
SIck and Music for the NIght
Severe stomach pain, nausea, what feels like a fever, violently stomach sickness...yeah I found a bug some how.
So I'm listening to what kept my ahead afloat in China.
Blindside.
The Great Depression.
So much raw emotion and spiritualness.
Next up is "With Shivering Hearts We Wait"
So I'm listening to what kept my ahead afloat in China.
Blindside.
The Great Depression.
So much raw emotion and spiritualness.
Next up is "With Shivering Hearts We Wait"
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
You Know...
It's amazing how alone, really is alone.
Trying to hope...
So sick with bronchitis, strep throat, diverticulosis, anxiety, depression.
I wonder why.
Why.
Why.
I wonder.
Such vivid loneliness.
Palatable.
Tangible.
Painful.
Aching in my soul,
coursing through my blood
and ripping through my mind.
Caring was the first mistake.
Dreaming was just losing perspective
and pretending,
merely pretending
there was more than it seemed.
Trying to hope...
So sick with bronchitis, strep throat, diverticulosis, anxiety, depression.
I wonder why.
Why.
Why.
I wonder.
Such vivid loneliness.
Palatable.
Tangible.
Painful.
Aching in my soul,
coursing through my blood
and ripping through my mind.
Caring was the first mistake.
Dreaming was just losing perspective
and pretending,
merely pretending
there was more than it seemed.
Labels:
bad poetry,
bronchitis,
depressed,
Depression,
diverticulosis,
Pain,
Sick,
strep throat,
Stupid Poetry
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