Mean nothing without action.
Too comfortable in your own bubble to realize the truth.
Money and conveniences is your God.
Nothing less and nothing more.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
Mean nothing without action.
Too comfortable in your own bubble to realize the truth.
Money and conveniences is your God.
Nothing less and nothing more.
-N
Stuck in a place I no longer wish to be.
Tied down with burdens…
A glass prison…
-N
I should be used to this.
The unknown.
The heart racing,
Hands shaking,
Fear inducing trauma,
That stops me in my tracks.
But every time it happens it feels like the first time.
-N
My mind is drifting in and out.
Cool air and warm nights do something to me.
Moon, come and save me from this mental sea.
-N
Wind.
The moon rose and peeked at me.
My heart raced.
It fixed nothing for my pain,
But for the moment allowed me to gain,
A brief reprieve from the mental sprain,
I’d found myself under.
-N
It’s back.
That mental fog I hate so much.
It distracts me from what’s important.
I can’t focus, or I’m too focused.
The negatives are blown up exponentially.
The positives aren’t as great as I’d like them to be.
I’m low on energy.
I’m nervous, and anxious and-
I can’t say the next part.
I might be judged for that.
-N