wheels comin off its crash and burn no small wonder survival...take a shot in the blue.
I was closing my eyes, tossing in bed, the cool breeze from my cracked bedroom window should have made sleep sweet. But, Curled up in my white down blanket I couldn't stop the race from starting again. The race to peace, closure, acceptance. There are voices in my head and they are the hurdles I have to jump. One down and I feel like ten more are put in front of me, I never reach the end. There is one voice though...my voice. My voice connects me to me, through all the thoughts the voices bare on me my voice keeps me awake. I have dreams too, hallucinations of my lost love. Its so unreal that for a long time a part of me thought that it was real. I got trapped in a hallucination with a figmant of him that would come and go like a winter wind. Until I began to accept the truth that made me understand reality, and let it go, I knew I would never truly escape the chaos and learn to listen to myself. I'm still learning and growing of course, still don't know where I'm going to end up, but I'll lead with my heart.
