The unthinkable – the self destruction

I simply have lost the ability to communicate with others. Riddled and jumbled with emotions that mix with every fantasy and reality ever possibly processed in our minds.

I don’t understand and feel the chill of isolation. I’m muzzled for conversation or intent in others. The pain and disappointment from precious friendships have left a vodka – old cheap vodka taste in my system and can’t forgive or get past them.

The stubbornness kicks in and determination lets rip! As they say, keep digging my own hole. The unthinkable – the self destruction.

© Halmat Ferello 2009