Month: May 2015

WHY?

Why?

Why me?!

Am I in control?

There’s a rip in the

fabric of time.

Shit Happens!

There is no control.

Life slips thru my

Fingers

like water through a

sieve.

An endless search

may find my destiny

wrapped up like a

ball of yarn, batted,

whacked, played with–

by a big scary

Cat.

Recovery is eventual

similar to ripping of

one’s pants.

Salvage!

Why me? Only I…

would

know.

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