angst

the pounding starts from the second she's awake. she may be young but her sound has her as a 300 pound heavy weight. she flings herself around. only ever wanting to be in the same space i occupy. constantly asking questions, constantly pushing buttons, constantly whining. her heart is huge and her feelings over powering. they spill and surge over everything around her. she's learned to use them and use them well.

the pounding is constant. and thus my frustration is constant. i ask myself over and over, what was i like. Honestly WHAT was I like? And now tonight I ask myself what AM I like? What will i chose to be like with this constant pounding? Will my constant frustration win? Today it did. What about tomorrow?