i have not been her for such a long time.
no lame excuses, just tired.
not much to say that anyone wants to know.
nothing to share that i've admired.
i have lost my ability to think or reason
i've coded, i'm flat line.
i haven't the time to even steal a thought
or create one of mine.
i think i am the only one who reads this
so who really gives a shit
if i can't say someting clever
or get my brain lit.
3 comments:
You know, I had the same symptoms, they finally passed. I must have passed it on to you during the last band practice. Ride it out my friend. Remember it’s a cycle of life not a cycle of death. Your flower will bloom again. In the mean time, your friends will give you water.
Trust me, people read this blog.
I have found that it gets hard to write when I feel like I am writing to an audience. As if I will be critiqued by those who read my posts.
My advice to you is not to write for us, but write for yourself. By doing that, you are no longer entertaining us, but rather, sharing yourself with us, which is much more meaningful.
thanks mike for the kind words. i appreciate that you look at this and respond so i have some assuance that i am not mental.
i've broken out all my old smith's cd's in hopes that morrissey's depression would cause me to feel good about myself again. ... "i've come to wish you an unhappy birthday"... "maybe in the next world, the death of a disco dancer"... how could these words not cheer me up?
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