DEPRESSION IS FUNNY LIKE THAT
[70] A Guide For Forgetting Happiness.
To let monotony tire my heart
I wake up.
Instead, my existence is tired.
A search for meaning compels me
to pick up worry, confusion, frustration on the way.
At last, the meaning arrives in the form of a lie
My grey drizzly day ends with the quiet of my mind
It’s funny how sleeping makes me feel alive
and I don’t travel, to travel into
the world where I show myself vignettes that I ignore
Like an old photograph with rusted memories, dreaming sweeps me away from I
The absence of pain drives tedium of life to sleep
Until I’m pulled back to disremember.
To let monotony tire my heart
I wake up.
Lying
I've always been adept at lying. I find it comes naturally when you cease caring about other people's opinions or feelings. What makes it easier still is knowing what people do and do not want to hear. I feel no guilt, shame, or regret while lying. I simply do not care if I'm found out … Continue reading Lying
Watch me rip myself apart I drink my own blood See it flow through my body And back onto my tongue?
There will be one glorious day in the future that I get to end my own life. I have never found anything more relieving or comforting than the thought of knowing that I will kill myself. It's a beautiful thing that I crave, and I don't think anyone else will really understand when I say … Continue reading
Fall’s Dark Spell Chapter 1
A vivid scene from a fellow blogger. I can even feel the thoughts and emotions of Autumn as I read.
Lane said: “Autumn Ash, you know mom and dad expect you for Thanksgiving and you always him haw around because you’re still mooning over your long lost love.” My brother Lane was right
I still moon over my high school sweetheart Hunter Birch, we were inseparable, and he was my first of all firsts. I really thought we would be married after we earned our degrees. We kept in touch for the first two years and then the communication trickled until it completely stopped. I received my Veterinaries license and set up my practice in the next county over from where I grew up, in hopes that when Hunter received his license to practice medicine he would join the staff at the local hospital.
Mooning over someone, especially a distant memory of someone does not necessarily mean you are still in love with that person. You may be in love with the…
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Trapped
"Hehehehe, lookit 'im run!" Steven ducked left when he heard the snickering whisper, beneath branches speeding by at all angles. What was he doing? How did he get here? He can't remember - "Stop doing that! Get out of my head!" Steven screamed, as he stumbles across a large gulley. He comes to a dead … Continue reading Trapped
No Different
Not unlike most nights, I’ve found myself alone and confused. I wonder why I’m always here. It’s so quiet it almost hurts. My ears are begging, searching for some sound to cling on to. Something to sense. Nothing. They latch on to the silence, creating the high-pitched whine that generally accompanies this type of silence. … Continue reading No Different
Halls of Wanderlust
When I opened my eyes, I at once wished I had not. The room I seemed to be alone in was large enough that my screams yelled back at me. The air was thick and moist, sticking to my face and turning my shirt into nothing more than a wet piece of cloth attached to … Continue reading Halls of Wanderlust
Cheers to Life – Few Short Stories……
I was moved to the point that I needed to take a breath after reading “Affection.” My father died on a hospital bed in my mother’s house maybe six days after I saw him, made my peace, and kissed him on the forehead. He wasn’t necessarily coherent, but the unspoken words between us both could have been eaten as a meal called “Regret for not showing each other affection for too long.” “Sharing” warmed my heart right after. I tend to skew to the darker side of things, but this did really make me smile. People aren’t always that bad. Thank you for posting!
FALL & RISE: Today, when I slipped on the wet tile floor a boy in a wheelchair caught me before I slammed my head on the ground. He said, ‘Believe it or not, that’s almost exactly how I injured my back 3 years ago and there was no one to help me.
LOOKING BACK: Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I am working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, ‘Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile’.
TRY AND YOU SHALL KNOW: I am blind by birth. When I was 8 years old, I wanted to play baseball. I asked my father, ‘Dad can I play baseball?’ He said, ‘You’ll never know until you try.’ When I was a teenager, I asked him, ‘Dad…
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Dagget Writes 