Ripe old wine

My lil piece of haven, how tough is this? I'm supa stretched. A perma frown? Pre-mature wrinkles? I say, bring on the works and more...

Truth be told, I haven't been a r/s person in sucha long time. And, everything seems to be biting me in the arse now. Who ever said that things work out with communication? What utter rubbish. Then again, going with the flow doesn't cut the work up either. What gives?

Insomnia yet again. I can hear so clearly the minutes of the clock ticking away. Damn.

I fear going into the Bank later this morning coz the pile of work awaiting me is horrendous. On a personal level, I dread the thought of yet another long discussion. Does it make sense to lament that I have no more strength in me? That I am "this" close to giving it all up. Shite. And now I'm back again for my literary momentary fix.

2 words - Commonly misunderstood. What's new? Do you see the point in trying if everything is evasive and elusive? I don't know anymore.

"Come away in a land called Fantasy...Take a ride in the sky...all your dreams will come through miles away."