Soot Sometimes the meds just aren't enough They're simply not strong enough to push back the bullies in my head Those cruel, taunting murmurs in the creeping shadows of my thoughts - those bastards have me convinced that it's all for naught At times the enormity of it all, of my life is really too much for me to bear up under Like an elephant, like a fucking tank, I feel like I'll be crushed beneath the weight of my own dreams, dreams heavy with unfulfillment, dripping in loss, dragging fear behind it, leaving a trail of blackened soot in it's wake And regret....ah regret, you stealthy twat... Here you come like a seething infection blurring the lines of the pretty picture in my head of how I always imagined it, how I put it all together in the Hollywood movie reel of my mind of how I want it and of how it's supposed to be, but isn't Amy F (a.k.a. Aura Wulfe) 1/26/2018
Real, raw, funny, infuriating and likely to be laced with a fair amount of profanity. Here lie my musings, observations, confessions and incoherent rants. Please enjoy at your own risk.