Monday, July 13, 2009

just give it to me

because i'm so tired of waiting. and fighting. and working. its like i've been working my whole life. at everything. struggling with my own brain, with the people around me, with all these puzzles and obstacles and yet i've come 2 feet and fallen 12.
im ready to lay down and beg. maybe. thats an extreme point to reach. but im almost there.
i mean.
i find these little moments in my life. these little tiny sparklers of intense good and warmth. they come in and out. one minute im destroyed or destroying, and then poof, hello this feels nice im smiling what is this, then poof again and oh this again.
i. repeat. too. much.

and this blog is already old news.

i need rescue.


s.k.namanny said...

Are you asking Fate? The Universe? God? A lover?
One or all of them might just say that in searching eloquently, you already have what you are asking for.

.när'sĭ-sĭz'əm. said...

your words offer comfort rarely found in the physical now.

thank you.