Tag: depression

Imagination

I used to feel like I had a vivid imagination but now I feel like reality has beaten it out of me and I’m slowly becoming an inane drone. 

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I try not to regret things. Bad or good, what happened has happened. Good things end, bad things end. I must be grateful because these things mold me into who I am. I am growing. I am a living, breathing person, made of flesh…

Day One

On the way home this evening, I felt numb. The route home was slightly different but most of it was the same. There was the drive west on 36th Street instead of 41st Street but the rest was dark and wet. It started raining…

Mom

Tomorrow will be the twenty-first anniversary of my mother’s passing. We were very close though we often did not see eye to eye. Recently I’ve drawn comparisons between my mother’s life and the one I’m chugging along with. I left home around the time…

On The Weekends

I fool myself on the weekends. During the week there is always a build up of good feelings. Sadly they all come crashing down during the weekends when I feel most alone. It’s no one’s fault. I’m not even at fault. Although I mostly…

A Dream

I remember thinking it was all a dream. It was like being asleep and being completely aware that what your subconscious has cooked up is not real. But everything was real. Your kiss, the walk through your city, a precious jewel located in South Australia and…

Writing For The Sake Of Writing

Today was a rough day. It started during the early hours of the day. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. I aborted, got up and went for the TV remote. There was nothing on so I turned the TV off and stared into space for…