Another day of madness
tucked under a furrowed brow
...
a sanity of sorts remains
...
two minds adamantly bicker
as the energy wanes
...
a hope of sorts clings
As life rolls by unlived
...
Labouring on
without two fucks given,
a dread of sorts lingers
...
I sit like a fucktard
painfully limited
cursing the sun
...
how beautifully it glows
for those who have it all
While I sit here
Swallowing
fat bitterbphalic pills
shoved down by the need
to desperately feel ok
While numb.
...
How the fuck
does it still
manage
to hurt?
Life is irony. Arm is getting
Life is irony. Arm is getting better the other one is fucking up.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Physical therapy is not
Physical therapy is not quackery! utilize it as much as you can when prescribed. Some reiki and light massage to your arm may help as well. Hope it heals I miss your writes and allets' too. Please try to remember to go easy on the pain meds. They cause more problems than they are worth.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "