when posting beats real therapy.

Why Can I Only Blog When I Am Unhappy?

Have I cried like this before?
I think I have.
But it lacked the heart and mind, so assumed.

Can I write like this again?
Only when the disappointment strikes,
inevitable ten pins bowled.

Why do talents wane and twist?
The worded hurt, that hides itself,
when I believe my lying thoughts.

Does Unhappiness turn becoming?
The inspirations of an idle soul,
A truly fitting ideal.

2 comments:

&it'sdeeeeeeee. said...

but do remember, when those pins are bowled
some incredible machine places them upright again.
love.

pooja said...

like this blog. like diana's comment.

xo

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