We're broken but not shattered
We've been here before
This feels fractured, but not broken
It can be mended
I feel at the point of severing ties, but not detached
We need to patch this up
This hurts, but I'm not bruised
Wounds will heal
My feelings are a bit bruised, but not too much pain
I feel pained, but I will survive
We're ok, but not quite good
We have work to do
It's getting good, but not yet great
The work never ends
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, March 11, 2013
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