looking ahead towards the end is intoxicating
knowing that you are able to conquer obstacles previously out of reach
hurdles, that before, were not obtainable
what changed so that victory existed on your journey
your ideas of what could be done, can be done
your view of the end changed....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 170

Beautiful sadness.
I hear the wind whirl and howl outside.
I hope it rains.
I see cats.
They are playing in the house.
The pitter-patter of their feet amuses me.
I'm sitting in the living room.
I feel an old friend approaching.
She visits often.
She is beautiful.
She cuts me.
She stalks me.
She is evil.
She is always lurking.
She drives me insane.
She leaves my soul hurting.
She is mean.
She is lean.
Her words are like rusty nails to my soul.
Her words are true.
In this madness and sadness, beauty emerges.
I hear soft music coming from my headphones.
It helps me.
It heals my wounds.
It eases my spirit.
The scares remain.
She leaves until the song ends.
Then she is back again.
My Beautiful Sadness.


6/9/2020

Thomas James Tom

The art of procrastination, is to not care at all.
What a fool I am?
To assume I could do nothing at all,

other than worry.

well let me think on this...
am I stupid too?
for loving You?

yes, I guess I am...

That.
That destroyed me. Destroyed myself at the core. Who she was, all she wanted, what she loved. Changed 10-fold.

Thinking... "I should say I'm sorry"
Then saying nothing.
Because I'm not sorry.

Girl power.