Out and over

Reaches a stage where I feel myself trying to keep my balance at the edge.

Today I came home exhausted and irritated with all the uncontrollables, and felt like an empty shell. Totally like a deflating balloon.

Like all thing brimming and threatening to overflow if tipped too much to one side.

and it's scary when this is not the first time it happened, but not doing anything even though i know for certain it's going to occur again.

like the dreaded accusations that is potential hazard to my well-being. and the damned one-way communication passed own through the many layers of bureaucracy.

and finally realising that the thinking, of being satisfied with one aspect of a situation makes all things work, is so naive. that the sense of achievement at the end of the day may well be one that is easily forgotten, just like many of the damned.

dislike all things that crumple easily, for I need strong glue to gel them back.