You can’t fix it
believe it or even
set it free.
It hounds your every
waking moment and
then haunts your dreams.
It will follow you to
the Library
where it refuses
to open a book, citing
disinterest and boredom.
It can’t find a job
reach any goals
or even take care of itself
but has definite opinions
about your behaviour and
explicit demands
on your time and
it will eventually turn
on you
and then replace you
for no reason at all.
"From poetry and photography to magical fiction, I crafts stories of resilience, imagination, and the enduring power of kindness."
Monday, March 29, 2010
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