hello there, april

Thursday, April 7, 2011

hello there, april

She swerves in and out. Full of passion then down in the dumps. She can’t maintain. She tries to hold on but can’t. Sometimes the voices grow louder, sometimes she shuts them up. Developing patterns for her should come easily, normally. However, she only sticks to the ones that are not good for her. The ones that hold her back. What is she lollygagging behind for? Doesn’t she understand the direness of it all? She’s almost all used up. Will the bursts last a day, two or three? Will the depression hole be 100 feet, 200 feet or 500 feet? Pick and choose. Maintain or push forward. Why does she keep relaxing? Is it really relaxing when she gets surges of anxiety? The anxiety attacks don’t go away. They grow more powerful. The holes just become deeper and darker. Wake up. Wake her up. Someone wake her up. She’s got the passion deep down inside. The energy is there. The surges are there. The hollowness is also there. Make her see what she needs to do. The irony of her inconsistency. For all it’s worth, she could’ve been a contender.