wounded wisdom torch i've gotten ill. i want something to blame it on. i want to find the solutions. i think about small problems becoming large problems without good eating or exercise, and i wish i had somebody close to understand all the time. does the wound become the cure, or is that just the wrong way to think? i wish life were all around better... all over the place, and constantly on my mind, as i try to refind out what sanity is, what it should be... pressured to live, live, live. i wish i could reconcile how life had built so slowly and into such difficulty. on the one hand, life sucks, and on the other it's working itself out, and i do wish i knew the difference. 020328 ... Sonya Sometimes I think that everyone I know is walking wounded. We all have holes, scars, bruises, and cuts that we cover with our fuzzy blankets. We wear fake smiles and carry weights on our shoulders that give us horrible back problems. We do this because we're expected to hold it all in and suck it up...when everyone knows that without expression we are monsters. That is what separates us from all else...feeling and our ability to express these feelings. I haven't quite found a band-aid big enough for the latest wound you've left behind. Not even the bright pink band-aid with the kitty face will do this time. It has in the past when I've cried myself to sleep as you laid snoring next to me...but this time my dear, I need something bigger. I fear I may never find one big enough. I'd lost my shield a long time ago...thus the wound. the wounded feline 050714 ... nr conversations with people who supposedly care about you shouldn't leave you feeling this way. it doesn't matter that it doesn't happen every day. it doesn't matter that things could be a lot worse. it just can't be. 220911 what's it to you? who go blather from