silentviolin's Journal

I had been doing so good, too good I now suppose. 

Did I beat my depression and just over do-it, or am I about to spiral out of control in the other direction?

This is my third consecutive night waking up between 2 and 3 AM -- Despite plenty of sleeping aids.  My bf is annoyed with me and my motor-mouth.  He is so sick of hearing my various ideas that he wouldn't even read my first letter to the editor submission.

I am just happy to feel like a human being again!  I'm doing all I can to remain calm and retain control over myself.  

(7/14)

So many revelations,

Bouncing off my cerebral walls--

I frantically scribble them down,

In hopes of putting us all to rest. 

2:22PM (7/14)

It's 2 o'clock

and the dishwasher sits

open, only half unloaded.

Notes are pasted

on my desk, then up the sill

and the walls all around me. 

My cereal bowl,

vacant but for three vitamins,

waits paitently as the sunlight fades.