didn’t realize

the depth of the depression that fell over my basic psyche after november 2008
I guess because it lasted so long I got used to it? Like when you’re undergoing slow torture and it’s always a pain but you get accustomed to it to the point you forget other options can possibly exist? Because the oppressor injects the head with a constant flow of propaganda – you know it can’t be true but the words work to keep you glum so you lack hope that the trajectory can ever change to a happier track? Just saying I’m genuinely surprised at the turn of events. Won’t have to listen to either of the assholes. A sudden revival of interest in things I’d lost interest in; it’s like a work of magic or a mystical miracle. The single blot on the mood comes from people in the vicinity who may sound happier than me, which is impossible, because I cannot imagine anyone being happier than me on this day, but the expressions are more vocal and not very quiet, thus word choice construction becomes a most daunting effort. Jesus Christ.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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