Balloon

It's time like these I can't really seem to wrap my mind around things.

The stress is getting to me, slowly, but I feel it creeping up and I know it's there. Ambiguity reigns.

I'm having a hard time dealing with the harshness that life is sending my way. Death looms over me as I wonder what it has in store for those succumbing to its iron hands. Again, my father has fallen ill.

My patience is running thin--almost too thin, for I cannot even bear the thoughts of those swaying my confidence, hindering my ability to confide in or to just plain talk to. Friends, I call them, friends.

My need to leave is growing and I find it near impossible to contain it within my boundaries. I'm going to burst soon and it's not going to be pretty.