Thanks to all who follow and like my blog. It is time to end this. I allowed my real life to be seen here and it is causing problems. You can thank the morons from my real life who won’t leave me alone. I have to sleep with locked doors and I have to block numbers on my phone. One day, I will start a new blog under a different name and keep it anonymous. Read ya later! Aloha… #miso808
I have nothing left to cry for
I have nothing left to hurt
I have nothing left to feel
I am left with nothing
but a dry tissue
There is his truth, her truth and the truth.
This is his truth, her truth and my truth.
It is objective bias truth.
It began in the beginning.
There is only one word.
There was no respect.
He had no respect.
She had no respect.
Dependence deluded with dependence
He spoke she silenced
The balance was lost in delusion.
Creation of the dream
Suburbs, supermom, the “big piece of chicken”
The pressure to mold and shape
Destroyed an already fragile illusion
Left is a structure to house the dream
He replaced her.
She was glad to be replaced.
The they are the in betweens.
They are caught between he and she to be between.
Now there is his side, her side and their side and the truth… so many sides so many truths.
Hope for respect lost
He is moving on.
She is going on.
They have a shattered dream.
Lost illusions built on delusions which truth is untrue in a surreal reality.
The end is now unending and cannot be called an end so it is named divorce.
There are those days when the clouds set in.
Blue skies covered with grey.
As it darkens the sadness grows.
Overwhelmed with pain and unable to move.
Time disappears as the day passes.
Surrounded by the pillows
And hidden under the blanket.
There is no escape.
A frown takes over
As heavy eye lids
Close the ears
Soundproofing the mind
Creating a vortex where a heart once beat.
A black hole of emotion.
Emptying the body of spirit
Becoming a ghost.
Lost in the world of dreams.
But are they dreams or the way we return to where we belong.
The place of our soul’s beginning.
Or are they just another reality?
An existence for our soul’s rejuvenation for our energy to regenerate.
Maybe we need to surrender
So that we may survive.