as my friends and family always said: "i see said the blind man" i learned to slowly understand life and what was in life. i understand that road i was there but as i stumbled upon more knowledge of what i am, it all started to flow like a river.. smooth and fast. but always flowing into rocks and slow land... never stopping, but slowing never ending, but growing. |
Trapped. No where to go, no where to escape to. Voodoo casts its spell. Lost. No where to run to, no where to go. Home seems like a dream now. Frustrated. Anger and stress combined forces and attack. Peace seems like an illusion. Confused. What did I do wrong? Why was it so bad? I was curious, What crime did I commit? Scared. Will I lose what I love most? Will I ever be free from this gate keeper? How can I ever be trusted? I am doing so well… how can I not be improving? Even more confused. Dream. Lose yourself in a world far from reality. Find peace in yourself. Wake. Frightened? Did the monster come out from under the bed yet? Or out of the closet? I am the monster. I created myself. Forget. Can not remember what happened. Did I dream? Or was it real? |
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