Into the arms of desire, I bequeath thee. & Vigil.

Feeling down the last two days. Work is a drag. Hard to try and be fine. Yadadada the usual emo rant about being inadequate, apathetic and in need of recognition, comfort and reassurance. Embarrassing. As I told someone,

"One does delight in eccentricity. Nonetheless, I haven't been feeling fine of late. I don't know what it is and I fear it cannot be helped. Thus, I suppose something is wrong. Can't exactly point my finger on it but I surmise that it is a bother."

Convoluted, but I quiet like the sound of that. 

Anyway, I think I'm starting to feel too clingy for how things are going right now. Sucks. I know I hate reading other people's emo rants but I gotta put this down. Sorry.

VIGIL

Turned the other way, this head.

Fleeting irritation always droning around.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Each and every day, left dumbfounded.

Held within, with silent vigilance,

Burden withstood, only relieved when time first tells.

Nothing to do, yet to try and cope,

With all these dreamer’s doubts and hopes,

The only comfort lies in an arms berth;

To be lifted on free wings, when they’re destined to unearth.