Sometimes...

I don't feel like being nice

I don't feel like talking

I don't want to be bothered

I don't want to smile

I don't want to be cordial

I can get snappy

I don't feel like answering questions

I want to be left alone in my unexplained pissivity

I don't feel like being touched

I don't want to be reminded of anyone's bullshit

I want to be self involved......

Is that a crime? Am I wrong for feeling that way?

That's how I feel today.

Working on something

So I'm trying to get back into my writing...there is something that wants to come out but will not surface. I try to force it but the harder I try the more difficult it becomes. Anyways...this is what I have so far.

Feel free to add.

Don’t know if words are worth sharing
Because I love you doesn’t save
And heart wrenching echoes of
I want you seem to forever
be lost in abysmal caves
And it seems like the tears shed
Never wash away life’s stains
Out stretched arms appear to always grow strained
From holding on too tight
Warm embraces and charming butterfly kisses
Have taken flight........