Every

little thing feels like a brick in my way.

Nothing going right as the week comes to an end.

No words seem to making much sense when it comes to what I really want to say.

So every little thing that is written out feel like I have come up with the message I want to say.

Everything feels like only half of me is focusing on the words that are flying through my  mind right now.

So many moments and words feel like they have been wasted.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes