tears raped the energy of my already angry eyes as i contemplated weather or not to actually go back to my house tonight. got sick to my stomach at the thought of being here... not sure if it was leaving the faces of those i've come accustomed to and adore, or facing the reality of what is my life of independence.
dreding a step backwards afraid to move on... where is the grey?
convinced i'm only a burden, a wall to my house mate and his beverages, i am looking forward to a change... planning ahead three months when i may be asked to leave... making myself into pieces through familiar personality patterns.
perhaps i'll rest these angry tools of vision
recover for another day, they are my only chance at survival