Author: drachenkreiger

Writing stuff that is not me.

Living vicariously through my cats.

Cleaning up after everyone else in the house.

Lack of sleep and random food times.

Striving to do better and despairing of success.

Not knowing what my next phase of life will be.

Anxious and unwilling to ask for help.

The phrases of good friends go unheard.

On this cold winter day

where the errands must be run

All I want is to curl up and cry.

Instead a false smile plastered on

as I head out the door to a future I don’t understand.

Forgotten in the morning waking.

Not taken the day before.

The effects are seen in the one who should have.

Yet they carry on.

These things are used to help.

Some may abuse them

But the ones who truly need them

Find them a blessing, not a curse.

So try to remember the pill.

History is doomed to repeat if it is forgotten.

Everything and anything.

When nothing will fit anymore

and then you top it off with the special sauce.

Whether you like it or not

Life is nothing short of the works.

It throws everything at you

and all you can do is eat it.

Not everyone will grin and bear it.

Most will grump at the things they don’t like.

When that happens you can sympathize and then move on.

Or continue eating your own way through the works.

I am lying in bed

I need to shower

No, I may not sleep in the shower.

Wait, is my stomach grumbling?

Unless there is a fire

I’m not moving.

Now my bladder is pressuring me!

Too bad my room is on the first floor.

Number one is there are no rules.

Number two is break number one anyways.

After that, enjoy the chaos that life inspires.

Onions are layered.

So are cakes.

Most people like cake.

The stinky breath from onions does bother some people.

What about parfaits?

Everybody LOVES Parfaits!

What you’re an onion?

Okay,

whatever floats your boat I suppose.

Like sight no sound found

would break my world apart.

I want to know who is near me

even if I can not see them.

The mystery of how Mom knew

would no longer be a mystery.

Hearing someone’s voice is precious.

I want to love them and the words mean more when heard.

Too tired to eat breakfast.

It’s already noon.

The murmuring in my sleep

The anger I felt so clearly

The desire to never see my ex again

Never talk to him, never see him

My anger at his behaviour in the dream

Mirroring the behaviour I used to see

Knowing he hasn’t changed.

Realizing I’m still so angry at him

For what he turned me into.

A quivering, anxious, angry woman responsible for the mess he left on his children.