Tuesday, June 3, 2008

I wish

I wish that i was such a great writer that i could describe how hollow and sad i feel in a few beautifully written sentences. i just don't know the words, or do not know how to string them together in the perfect way that accurately portrays my inner me. Sad and trapped in a clamshell. Envious of happiness.

4 comments:

BayonneMike said...

I was sorry to hear about your experience, g. I hope things improve for you soon.

Kafka is my go to guy in such instances: "Do not despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair. Just when you think every thing is over with, new forces arise and exactly this means that you are alive."

Rambler said...

You just did.

Gina said...

Exhausted is how you sound. hollow and sad. you strung two perfectly miserble words together very nicely. consise and succinct. beautiful enough.

time was when you could jack a kid up against the wall. no more. personally, having felt the blows and bites from crazed patients, I've come to the conclusion that there is a time and a place for the low dose tazer. when i am on the floor struggling to restrain an elderly person who wants to pummel the shit outta me, I just just scream "will you give me a fookin' break ya stinking son of a...'

I do hope you are feeling better soon. try some valerian root tea, very calming. praying is good too. and gardening. and whatever is healthy and whatever makes you smile. Sometimes, for me it's a Fosters.

Julia ATX NYC said...

Retott, I love you, I'm sorry you are down. let it out & pick yourself up, soon it will be time meet the next challenge head on & none of us can do it for you. firm & tender love, J.