It's as though I see life through a narrow tube, ever so quickly constricting and getting smaller, until I can't see anything but darkness. It especially tightens when I begin to think about the future and everything in front of me, waiting, waiting for me to find excellence.
In all honesty, I want nothing more than to saw off that constricting path, but I can't, because it's like my arm or my foot; I can't cut off my own body parts!
Instead, I weave together another narrow tube right next to it, until I have (binoculars) of some sort. It widens my vision, makes me feel not quite as cramped and pressured. It makes me feel like I can choose what I want to see, though sometimes I still see that negativity more often than not.
Oh, just so you know.....................booze is bad for the body, but can be very good for the bums that live on the streets in shame, waiting for the pain they feel to be numbed with dazzling chemicals. :) Booze. Soup. You know. The usual.
It's as though I see life through a narrow tube, ever so quickly constricting and getting smaller, until I can't see anything but darkness. It especially tightens when I begin to think about the future and everything in front of me, waiting, waiting for me to find excellence.
ReplyDeleteIn all honesty, I want nothing more than to saw off that constricting path, but I can't, because it's like my arm or my foot; I can't cut off my own body parts!
Instead, I weave together another narrow tube right next to it, until I have (binoculars) of some sort. It widens my vision, makes me feel not quite as cramped and pressured. It makes me feel like I can choose what I want to see, though sometimes I still see that negativity more often than not.
Oh, just so you know.....................booze is bad for the body, but can be very good for the bums that live on the streets in shame, waiting for the pain they feel to be numbed with dazzling chemicals. :) Booze. Soup. You know. The usual.