quicksand currents

What's really bothering me?

Why can't I shed fast enough. When do happy moments sparkle fulfillment again. Will today's energy sap short on best laid plans or what. You pick.

I live bothered.

Weakly, barely caring enough to bother.

But if any familiar emotions fail to surface or float myself through scenarios once deemed happy or mad, then this prevailing annoyance others call depression is "bothered."

Old beliefs nag away, these mental vagabond runts, when dogged pursuits just fail to raise the bar.

I want more.

I choose more.

I see Community choose other paths incongruent to my efforts.

Another unrealized goal.

Everyone, soooo sloooow to do things together; I can barely see myself as part of the whole.

This bothers me.