Not working on block-
ing. Hiding is a load of
work. Nerves inside holes
that are pricked, excruciat-
ing pain, anger at good things.
.
Not working on block-
ing. Hiding is a load of
work. Nerves inside holes
that are pricked, excruciat-
ing pain, anger at good things.
.
Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Tanka
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#1 by Hudson Howl on July 26, 2013 - 10:58 pm
Is blocking ever an option, thought it to be more like a stay from the inevitable? To answer myself, I suppose it is insomuch as it can be a temporary haven from crashing or when feelings of isolation manifests into crippling fear. I don’t know, maybe I have missed the boat completely on this one.
#2 by Carl on August 7, 2013 - 5:59 am
Thank you for your comment. You can’t miss the boat, and I appreciate your thoughts.
#3 by clinock on July 26, 2013 - 11:52 pm
Survival at least…
#4 by Carl on August 7, 2013 - 6:01 am
Thank you for your comment.