The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Seven

I’m not all here. Well, I am all here, just separated. Fragments of my brain have decided to segregate themselves, destroying alliances with each, which make up the ME character. The lines are thick and made of drenches. Grouping together, each small segment flaunts its strengths, while underscoring the weaknesses of the others. The loudest will win out. Since I’m in level seven pain mode, it won’t be good.

In moments like these, I cling tight to my SFA. Seven will subside to six and then five, dipping down as low as three.

But seven is the loudest, and loves to be destructive to my emotional well being.

I will not let this pain crush my SFA, or ruin my Friday.