I know, theoretically speaking that is,...that this is not going to last. I won't feel like this forever. After this many 'low's there will be a 'high'. or so says the Law of Averages. Something's gotta give. This too shall pass.
There are ten million other similar sayings which tell me, that this situation is not permanent. All of today will not matter tomorrow. I know this all.

and yet, I don't believe it.

will get out of this phase in a while.
but not now.
will wallow a little longer.

JIGSAW

When you're slowly going to pieces,
Everything else
Will fall into place.

Will horde, till its mine.
I wont tell you.
And you won't know.

That joke?
I'll share.
The book,
Yes, that too.

But not this
Not ever.
My grief
Is mine alone.

technophobia , it seems, will not take me far. sigh!
i much prefer the simpler times.


why why why why why why? why me?

valium.lots of valium is what i need. not to kill myself, but just enough for a long dreamless sleep. so that i can wake up, a year later and find that life is 'live-able' again.

Or a remote control, so that i can press the fast forward button through this phase and stop at a nicer point of time.

Or some aspirin that will make this damn headache go away.

Or some device which will turn me into someone else. I dont want to be me anymore. I want to be those superachieving kinds who've always gotten what they wanted...or at least what other people wanted.

Just not me. Not now. Not today. Not ever

You Fit Into Me, by Margaret Atwood


You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open eye

and another!

A Word Is Dead


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who Are You


I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson.


love her so.

i have S.A.D. why must it rain so?

You Are Storm

Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene. Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning

Which of the X-Men Are You?

Its like that strange aftertaste in your mouth, that stays after you've had something sweet. Too sweet. The kind that stays and stays and stays and no amount of saliva swallowed can make it go away. it should warn you off all sweet things...but nah. The tooth never learns.