Wednesday
May 6, 1998
Balaclava

Feel sadness now, as bad behaviour becomes part of each day. Quick reactions a feature. Hasty, rushed decisions. Feel the static of inability to move. Feel upset and confused. Strain against the imposition of feelings and actions that really aren't me.

Want again to feel the strength of simply getting on with it. Feel today again, that I can't stop the tears. That they come and go as they please, threatening me here, taunting me there. Wonder at the apparent fear of facing the working day. The cold sweated evenings when sleep eludes.

Want again the sun to shine from within.

For My Listening Pleasure
The Dirty Three
Ocean Songs