diary talk

      
     
    I'm very much an "outsider" looking in- as a half hearted participant;      
     
    sending messages to whom "receives" them; my "poetic" blood stamped finger print(s);      
     
for someone being on the other end of the rope one's been throwing/holding; it's equivalent to one listening ear to chest to one's heart beating;      
     
i don't belong here; i'm ultimately unable to be what those want/need me to be for me-for them;      
i "drift in the wind" "for a living";      
one's fatigued mind races in "scattered fashion occasionally; one's hobby, is one's tendency      
to sleep throughout the week....      
     
     
 simply "me"; an "assignment"incomplete"; i may or may not be at first glance what you see....    
     
     
conflicted deep; if my eyes could speak-they'd say I'm frustrated/tired with/of my very being....    
 
i often feel I'm losing "me...."