Separation from anxiety.
Finding self in a haze,
Unclear yet fathomable.
But it does exist.
The only unfortunate part is that it
won't be permanent.
Only temporary.
Aided by a memory
with holes like a sponge,
The facet of clarity
that shows me the way of happiness
and solidarity,
Will fade, as my brain forces
new memory to replace it's existence.
Drugs.
Do you think it helps? Writing in a blog? I'm really curious, I, uh, changed by it, but I'm still not sure how, or if it's a good thing or not. And I left, I mean I frequent back now and again, but I don't really just write anymore. I just want to know if you think it's worth it.
ReplyDeleteit does sometimes. I used to feel it really helped me. But I realized my most strongest emotion that got me to write was when I wanted to catalog my life on the internet so that I may look back on it one day, or that my life would help someone who came across my blog seeing they weren't alone in the way they felt about the world. It made me feel like I had a duty.
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