Brownness

Monday

Only 2 days passed, and yet so much can change or happen in such a limited time.  Things we count on can suddenly stumble and what was once a solid wall turns to shit mud around your ankles.  The promise of relaxation an opiate to make you relax so you can be properly raped mentally.  The loosening of that little guard we have all for that perfect harpoon hook.  What is it about days that you dont expect much from or too much from that turn around and become the most significant in ways unimagined.  I still relish the promises of friday and come Monday, only the promises remain but not the satisfaction.  I am still in drive but stuck on nuetral.  It is as if time stood still, and only my determination faltered but not the world. 

 

Brain fart, will blog later

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