Sighs

Oh geez. I feel so blocked and addicted and tuned out. There's no sense in sense unless there's good sense to start with.

A trickle of blood leaves me daily. Minimum.

Where does it come from? Who made it the way it is?

What does life hold for me and why am I where I am?

I am content yet unsatisfied; know what I want to become yet don't have the capability to transform.

Sighs are my expression of all of my emotions. They occur multiple times a day unknowingly. I think it's my soul breathing because its so stifled by all this damn shit that we deal with from day to day.

Crying used to help but I can't cry anymore. I can get so close, but no tears come.

I only hope for a brighter tomorrow. I hope for a day when what I want to be will be within my grasp and all I have to do is reach to grab it. I long for the day when all of the strings that I've cast out in my web of life will form some sort of an image or symbol. Love will guide me.