in_decission

I promised myself I'd start writing on here more with all this excess time on my hands. But that's the problem with having too much nothing to do: you're left with nothing to say.

I'd kill for something nice to say about my life right now.

Huddled out in darkened corners, plain as day for all to see
Hides each and every one of us, dragging behind private miseries
Bearing burdens built for two slung over a single shoulder
As oblivious as the other half we so easily ignore
There's a cold and cast out child for every hidden sore
And we backtrack, and we wonder
Until the doubt pulls us...
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blah, tired, more to come later......