Saturday, January 17, 2009

Reassuringly Self-destructive

High…

I love this feeling. It takes the pain away. That gnawing, gnarling pain at the base of my shoulders. That pain from being where I don’t want to be, not being who I want to be. That’s all replaced by bliss…a white haze of tropical light…someone there, something there to fight for…hold on to…bleed for…bliss…

Then I wake up. Gird my loins. And get busy doing what needs to be done to get there.

4 comments:

T said...

oh for christ's sake! will u just snap out of it. you're becoming so emo its scary.

Sabby said...

"That gnawing, gnarling pain at the base of my shoulders."

Sounds like you just need a good massage.

=)

pissu perera said...

t, he hasn't started writing poetry yet so there's still hope for him :D

i dunno about the rest, but when i complained of a "gnawing, gnarling pain at the base of my shoulders" the doctor prescribed neurobion and it worked.

ps - meh, T's right. snap out of it already.

N said...

T - I need to vent sometimes...can't be all flowers and sunshine like u no:)

Sabby - thanks for the suggestion...maryjane helps as well and is cheaper!

Pissu - really? I can't write poetry? But whyyyyyy? Ok ok...I'll snap out of it...man you and T...