Thought Salad

Tag: tired

  • Mighty 

    Some days I feel so small, a tiny cog in a big wheel,  ready to crush me under  it’s uncaring weight. Alone in a group, Odd and out of place.  Not quite in step With the rest of the human race. Then I remember what happens With giant machines. They may tremble and shake the…

  • Sail away

    It’s a tired day today. Nothing wrong, no giant stressors, but tired,  weary in my bones. I’ve caught myself dreaming of a real vacation today in a way that I haven’t for awhile. It feels like the last time I was free was forever ago,  and I’m not sure how to get there anymore.  How do…

  • Frayed edges

    Today ran smoothly, except for those moments when it didn’t. Small stressors, large outbursts from tiny tots, full of the will to disobey.  Parental moods plummeting with each small tantrum and act of violence toward their sibling.  The first full nosebleed related to a head butt, appearing slightly dented but hopefully with only cartilaginous damage.…

  • The beast in the cage

    The pet of dread is back, Seemingly out of nowhere, But I always know it lurks, waiting for its moment   It pounces suddenly, out of a good day, Creeping inside and twisting, Making doubts rise up again Did I do the right thing? Was something overlooked? My concience berates me, continually uncertain. My memories…

  • The struggle 

    Sometimes I feel the urge to scream as long and loud as I can, rail against the wind, howling my anger against man. It bubbles out, as hot as pitch, and as dark as night, the twisting and growling  as it leaves with a fight. When things become too much, and I need a break…

  • Foggy

    Today felt like it should have been a foggy day. I started off feeling like my vision was blurrry, which lasted the whole day but I forgot about it as I grew accustomed.  Like a pair of dirty glasses that you only notice when you take them off. I felt every inch of my age,…

  • The Great Vacation- Part 2

    Day two of the Great Vacation began with the sound of rain on the roof. It had poured all night, and in between fear that my youngest would fall out of bed (using my legs as a gate as prevention) and listening to the rhapsody of people snoring, I was able to enjoy most of…