Behind in my writings....

So life goes on.

I had a new boyfriend. Still no job. Going to school, however, to stave off boredom. Applied to several universities in the area as well as on the East Coast. And sung in the local choir for two semesters and loved it.

Relationships seem to bring an onslaught of problems and the likes I wish I never had to deal with. It never helps when the age gap creates a multitude of issues, but what I can't stand is the fact that his ex seems to have a meddling finger in this mess.

I don't blame just her. He is equally to blame for all the bs since he's not man enough to cut her off and she's an asshole for not backing off. What is it with older women.....desperation seems to be a ruling force. I finally gave him an ultimatum, that he finish whatever bs seems to be holding them together or I'm out.

I'm sick and tired of bs and weak spined men.........why can't I ever find someone decent.

As a friend once told me, I'm naming all the losers moving forward, "Sheldon."

Free form liberation

Where the ground continues to toil and the very liquid that presses against the seams continue the wretched tow of the condescending current it whips and whirls as the ignorant move forward in a listless manner notwithstanding and the thoughts climb upwards in a twisting and curling manner.

It seethes a rich swathe of iridescent blue and I can feel the tendrils of cause wrap the delicateness around my wrists and ankles a lush after thought filled with dreams reminiscent of dark shadows grasping rains and the supposed manifested in the form of hidden twilight struggling against a ragged fence strewn with misfits and continues to gnaw waves of regret I don’t respond, I don’t react, and the others then equally justify the wrongs that plague and the thoughts continue to rage against the very threshold founded upon cries I cannot respond I am silent I am still and the waves continue to wrap their arms around the very invisible source of me.