So, I was ready to go home….. Then the power company pulled the rug out…. Now I am as low as I have been… Doubt sleep will come…… I really want to die RN….. Thinking about waiting until everyone goes to sleep, I can come up with something….. Me being alive is a problem I can solve… Unlike the rest of them
I had worked so hard just to get to holding it together, and now even that was chasing the wind … Mirages… Common to people long in the desert or at sea, Fata morgana as they call it, after Arthurian legend that almost definitely didn’t happen
Translation of the chorus:
How a fata morgana so near yet so far?
How a fata morgana abracadabra and she is no longer there
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This world seems to love to throw in little complications to push us over the edge, when we feel like we’re barely holding it together. I suppose it’s a “straw that breaks the camel’s back” kind of thing. Most of the time the thing in itself is resolvable, if you can regain the necessary perspective. But that can be a big if.
it’s starting to come back together…. just slowly. I get the shakes thinking about dealing with some stuff, so it’s about how effective my escapism is…. medium effectiveness so far