NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

This door closes. They say another opens but I find myself hesitate because my life out of focus. Good intentions, bad actions. Your voice is still laughing.  These voices still laughing. My laugh became maddening. Illusion artist with teasing tricks. Causing fits that fit the symptoms that begin erasing wits. What I miss most is the one I called my bitch, but i'm not missing that one that became this fucking bitch. Nothing is the same about a year and a half ago, an avalanche began to roll.  Now beneath this heathens snow.  Digging up and yet I'm still sinking low. Where i'm at I dont even know but I know where i'm going isnt a place I've ever been before.  That's how the cookie crumbles as things fall apart and that's the inevitable itch from the start.  So now scratching the surface of this annoyance, alone. Leaving crumbs behind hoping it will lead me home.   At a point where I dont cares if the witch feeds my ego. I just want teeth to sink into my flesh of the mind that's feeble. As a mouth attempts to swallow whole what's sticking out through this peep hole.  Be blown through this glory, let the frustrations shoot up.  Nope, not giving up.  Yet screaming what's the point because I cant fight it no more, so there's no fighting in store for a situation forever making rotten cookies for the empty souls of the miserable and lonely.  You know me. So hurray for this fat fuck stuck in the woods not feeling good, so give me any witch that dont give a damn about being my bitch.  Only request is for her to be switch. Walking through this open door, and it closes. Blinded in my life, i'm out of focus.