2019. december 7.

on the funk(?)

I shouldn't be doing this in public
("public" meaning about four people
as far as I can tell...
but still, I'm leaving a trace)
every time I fall, I feel like a fool
[that's an interesting sentence in terms of f..l words]
as I look back at my unreasonably hopeful-sounding posts
just days before.
Somehow it doesn't really work the other way round.
I am tempted to just give up
whatever that may mean
just stop trying
for all the doing isn't more than
pathetic attempts to hold on
by grabbing my own hair.

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