Thought life poetry…

September 30, 2019

8:22 p.m. ,September 30, 2019.

Look at calendar. Walk tomorrow at lunch.

I am DYING each day. Get rid of stuff accordingly. My mind races too much. Why am I so high strung? I feel trapped by everything. My life: job, husband, children, friends.

1. No goal; No purpose. 2. No creativity. Looked upon as less than. 3. Ok-quit; It would be better if you worked. 4. Children. Only useful when I’m doing something for them. 5. Friends. Around when they want something.

Die to yourself . Cleanse yourself from everything and everyone. Phoenix lives.

Prelude to farewell…

September 13, 2019

There is audio near the end.

Gearing up…

September 6, 2019