June 22, 2007


Snapshots In My Time...
Of My Time.....Hauntings.

Change is a hard thing.
It taxes the mind and soul.
It frazzles the nerves and jaggles old thought patterns.
Resistance is ugly and trying and viscious.
Even more so when thinking is only one way.
With no room for options and no flexibility,
one really becomes a great liability.
It makes you crazy.
It hardens your mind.
Constance resistance means stife
Day in and day out for no reason.
Discord and out of sortedness
is the front and center order of the day.
It drains my soul.
Escape is my way of finding solace.
Escape is my way of finding sanity.
Just bend a bit.
Happiness may come your way.


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