Blue Aging

Life has become such a burden, but one I wouldn't do without, even though it's so difficult to exist or be anymore. Poverty has struck with it's evil delivery, taking away everything I used to have or do. Reasoning abounds to stay in bed and never wake again this side of life. Tattered remnants of what I used to be lie broken and yellowed with age. Nothing seems to help or aid these feelings when they take over, so I write them out, hoping to feel better after a while. Aging is so blue, so tiring at such a young age, but it allows the future to become now as I experience it's effects on my body and brain. Becoming a blip in the universe, I fall into imagination's bliss and live out of it, just to be able to exist and be with family. (9: 35 a.m. - 7/11/06)