Wanting. Control.
I'm feeling a bit out of control.
Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
It's almost painful as I try to hold it all together to give my life a sense of normalcy .
Inside it rages . Wanting becomes a Category 5.
Leaving nothing untouched, leaving behind a mournful emptiness and scattered needs.
Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
It's almost painful as I try to hold it all together to give my life a sense of normalcy .
Inside it rages . Wanting becomes a Category 5.
Leaving nothing untouched, leaving behind a mournful emptiness and scattered needs.
posted by Poetry @ 9:29 AM
2 Comments:
At September 16, 2008 6:03 PM,
Inmyownwords said…
I know this feeling all too well. You have to see beyond the now. That is how I do it. When beyond the now becomes what was, you just keep on moving forward...it gets better. Promise. (((HUGS)))
At September 17, 2008 8:18 AM,
Poetry said…
It gets better everyday.
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