Frustration Diaries

September 2, 2016

13:47

An unusual time and circumstance.

An errant thought that I feel like recording somehow.

Gifts...

Opening gifts...

Savoring sensations of unwrapping someone's thoughtful actions that seldom occurs to one's life within the stage of consciousness.

Then being ruined by being pegged selfish for wanting to drag the moment.

The high of it disperses but you thought to let it pass.

But later on bumped the discarded box open, inevitably.

Spilling out frustrations, hurt, and melancholy of life.

Bringing other thoughts that triggers jaded feelings and realizations you've compiled.

You know you ought to throw it but you also know it wouldn't make a difference.

It's just a sad ... sad story you keep avoiding.

Even simple things has a price, though, you've kept yourself from it you'll keep on being seized.

Then once you let go and say, "Ah, to hell with it", it drowns you. Kills you. Makes you more dead and cold inside.

There's no other way, you know. It's all about creating the toughest facade.

Until you finally reached your end...