June 21, 2017

Someone tell me life gets better amd make me believe it. Sadness clings to me like a bodysuit and I embrace it like a bestfriend. There shouldnt be enough frustration in the world to bring me to the brink and back again like the horse shoe loops around the pole only to fall to the ground. Its not always a success, doesnt always bring a winning howl but gods tell me I dont feel the urge to howl like broken things scratchy and rough but also soft and crumbling, jagged soul bits, sharp edged cuts, deep. Begins to sink below the floor that once held steady a heavy heart now holds empty shell.