Monday morning, I am hoping these unlucky days are coming to an end if not then I hope the fates will grant me a reprieve. A little over a week until Christmas and I am not ready; I am not accustomed to waiting until the eleventh hour to start and finish shopping but unfortunately situations from the last two-weeks have dictated this plight. So many things happening internally and externally, I am losing track of time and the opportunities for social engagement. The emotional scars keep reopening, the drizzle of crimson nightmares providing the scent of allure to my demons; my fears and frustrations clanging upon the anvil in my head.
The winter solstice is approaching; it will be night soon and the sun is frightened.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Monday morning, I am hoping these unlucky days are coming to an end if not then I hope the fates will grant me a reprieve. A little over a week until Christmas and I am not ready; I am not accustomed to waiting until the eleventh hour to start and finish shopping but unfortunately situations from the last two-weeks have dictated this plight. So many things happening internally and externally, I am losing track of time and the opportunities for social engagement. The emotional scars keep reopening, the drizzle of crimson nightmares providing the scent of allure to my demons; my fears and frustrations clanging upon the anvil in my head.
The winter solstice is approaching; it will be night soon and the sun is frightened.
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