3:00 in the morning, magic hour that it is,
I haven't slept. It's been a week . . . a week
of sorrow, loss of hope, perhaps me taking
myself too seriously. No intension of being
enigmatic, simply private . . . but where do
I go from here? Frankly, a question I've
been asking myself for a long while. I have
to wonder if there is any connection between
my delving into the fantasies of death and
that which brings me sorrow. Tomorrow, I
have an appointment, hope to secure an
antidepressant and seek advice regarding
a new therapist as mine left Kaiser a few
months ago. I so long to return to sound
mental health and/or even a tad of decent
physical health.
seeking a new life
in the land of never been
is the ticket death
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