tear_garden

I am rather somber today... but I have a multitude of reasons to explain my depressed state... none of which I will do so here.

Nonetheless... from a sense of lost zeal can come some good..

I always have catalogued emotive state through writing; whether poetry or prose and thusly, for you, (and me) I have the following work of depression...

I call it:

No Air

I hold my breath,
But hold no air.
I lose my focus
Still trying to care.

I stand alone
I try and shout.
All the while,
Letting out

My single breath,
I held so dear,
As well as dreams
I held so clear.

I used to breathe,
Fill my lungs,
But no longer.
A fateful plunge.

But Im not lost,
Until the words,
No longer flow,
And Im in dirt.

For hope there is,
To those who try,
To live and breath,
Versus suffer and die.

I hold my breath,
But hold no air.
I lose my focus
Still trying to care.

***End of Poem*** (You may cry now...)

My life is not nearly terrible... it is awesome still... but I have been shaken a bit, and didn't feel like hiding it..

In other news? I have been VERY busy getting this movie o' mine to a sense of reality, getting ready to move, and trying to keep healthy.

All-in-all... it's one big juggling act.

Hope all is well on your end of the technological highway..