Wednesday, July 26, 2006
This is the story of my life
The saga of my tears
A story told a thousand times
Remade over the years
If you listen up closely
Maybe you might hear
The beating of my heart
And the saga of my tears
This is the saga of my tears
A saga that never ends
This a the saga of my tears
That fall from cheeks til the end
(Derrick T. Pike)OK, I am soooooo bogged down by work, my head's feeling perpetually fuzzy! It's like there comes a time when I sit down, having a thousand and one things to do. I decide to do one thing, and before I can start on it, I suddenly stop short and the second thing fleets right into my head. But before I can start on that, yet more things jam up the axonal transport in my microcephalic head and I end up ... still sitting here, and not doing anything.
Time to write up a list, I think. But I'm no good at following lists either.
Another grumpy day yesterday. My tolerance threshold is at an all-time low, and I suspect everyone is facing the same too. Just like we were told before. I've been trying to convince myself that I can do it all alone - and truly all alone I am. And do it all alone I must. There'll be no one to help me through it, and I have long given up on expecting anyone to understand. Yes, except a couple of really close friends.
To understand how a spark in life can be extinguished by years of toil; to know what it's like to be broken to your very soul and yet go on; to see the scars and festering wounds that you simply cannot afford to tend to. A point where heartaches are no more, a point where tears run dry.
Wenky
6:58 AM
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