The fireworks last night were less intrusive. My dog didn’t bark until my daughter arrived home after midnight. I don’t celebrate Independence Day for reasons that run deeply. I have been drawing a lot lately. Stress and bouts with depression are happening more frequently. I am waiting to hear back from a prospective employer with […]
Three-hundred days of incubation.Words were spoken, with no translation.Mental experimentation.Nights of manifestations.Sanity kept with journal notations.The world is silent, with no explanation.
It’s another day; my brain is pressed and melted. Someone asked me why I was the perfect person for a job I didn’t want; my response left a greasy after taste. I’m feeling dizzy from all the hoops and hurdles. I want to lie down and get high.