16th April 2005

Again, the Blogger(spell booger) site(spell spite) failed(refused?) to upload my post for the 15th.

It feels very much as if I'm going through the motions of daily routine, with a weak prognosis for the future and a tired mind.


Of course, I could be dead, which is worse.

I struggle, but my trials
Make me stronger
For the survival of them.
Is something wrong with me
I wonder,
My solitude clouding
All thought of happiness
Sometimes I stare down
From the third floor
And actually contemplate
Jumping down
For I'm low in the mind
And madness beckons
Me into its darkness.
In my dreams,
I struggle and emerge
Into the light eventually.
Like the white-haired fossil
in Charles Dicken's novel
A Tale of Two Cities
A survivor
A stalwart among entities!