Not in a great headspace today. Anna is coming home tomorrow so I’m trying to focus on that…but just feeling really down. Writing…listening to music…drinking wine…cuddling dogs.
Surviving I miss living. Feeling alive and whole Knowing happiness and contentment And the best love…always…and always. Now I try I try so hard But I’m just surviving. Spinning my wheels…round…and round. Everything is fake This can’t be real Wake me from this nightmare Groundhogs Day…again…and again. I’m on edge all the time My jaw clenched tight There’s a chasm inside A scream fighting to take over…and over…and over. If I shatter into pieces No one can put me back together So I wake up in this fake life again And keep on going…and going…and going.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 