Not My Mind Today

Don't really feel like bloggin' today
But blogg away, I just may...
While not mine, a rant of my dads.
Written in 1991, after he was diognosed with Leukemia.
Hey...I think it was the very next day...
Anyway...Otay?? What the hey.
(Leukemia doesn't really ryme with much...Sorry.)
Blogg away Pops.

Nothingness

Afraid of the void I feel myself being sucked into, drawn down to the blackness, staring at a blank wall, seeing nothing, sinking deeper and deeper into a soft velvety blackness, and in the thick folds are hidden shards of broken glass, broken dreams, dissappointment, the total futility of life, festering pockets of putrid filth teaming with every vile contanagen known to man or demon. Fight, hang on to memories good or bad, quick, shut the tide of your mind to prevent everything from spilling out, words, letters, feelings, ideas and dreams, all chopped up by some mystical blender, none of it makes any sense anyway, does it? The temptation to surrender is strong, to let go, and yet is scary at the same time. To be a blank, mindless lump of flesh, not feeling, thinking, dreaming, not even remembering that you are forgotten.

Obviously written at a bad point in his life.
He will never be forgotten although he may be gone.
Peace-WhatevA'
I'm Out.
A Merry Blogg to You.