Every once in a while we all retreat, into our minds, our hearts, or nothing. I’ve been looking for a way to explain how it feels sometimes, that retreat, the fear I’ve aqcuired, the feeling of not being able to come back when I want to…

It’s been a funny day. Dread filling every cell, waiting for something unknown, maybe I’m that unknown. Maybe the dread is of what I could do to myself….

Old theme, new angle……..

Not a diary entry

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Angst at its best… Doofcafe…

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Venting really, but I’m not happy with the poem yet, some tweaking to do

Repetitive patterns of emotional disturbance…