with exhaustion comes . . .

frustration .
a need to vent tirelessly to anyone who'll listen .
when ur known for ur strength nobody wants to hear u bitch & moan .
i just feel like punching something . someone . tearing a big hole in the stratosphere & disappearing into a new portal of dimension .
new orleans has momentarily stolen my healer
i'm drained of all wits & energy with no jumpstart in sight for a week or two .
i've made my life more complicated than it ever needed to be .
tis the beauty in my distortion . . .