one lonely success

I love to blog. I love that people actually read my blog. I love sharing moments of my life with the world.

However.

The world has turned on me and my feelings can no longer be transmitted through the confines of my keyboard.

“And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping me from sleep.

And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking’s just too much to ask
and you’re measuring your minutes by a clock that’s blinking eights.”

This is incredible, starving and insatiable…