It's been a while
... since I've written here. I promised myself I'd write more often, as an outlet, to release some frustration, to clear my mind, in hopes that my fingers would help me find the solutions to the problems I've been facing lately. But I haven't. I haven't written. Writing things down, like saying them out loud, makes them real. If these things just stay in my head, they don't materialize into something real... the truth. The truth that haunts me daily. I don't know where to turn, or what to do, or where to go.
It makes no sense, I know. So as you read this, if you're confused... know that I'm confused too. I haven't yet found an avenue that describes it just yet, not an avenue I'm ready to use anyway, or one that isn't terrifying to me. I feel like I'm stuck. Stuck. It's the only word that makes any sense, and even that, doesn't even begin to scrape the surface.
Ever dream that you're swimming? Of course you have. Ever notice that in these dreams you can breathe underwater? Does that make any sense? Of course not... yet we all just justify it with the fact that dreams are filled with the impossible, because in dreams, is where the impossible becomes possible. I feel like I'm dreaming, and I need to wake up, but I don't know how.
It makes no sense, I know. So as you read this, if you're confused... know that I'm confused too. I haven't yet found an avenue that describes it just yet, not an avenue I'm ready to use anyway, or one that isn't terrifying to me. I feel like I'm stuck. Stuck. It's the only word that makes any sense, and even that, doesn't even begin to scrape the surface.
Ever dream that you're swimming? Of course you have. Ever notice that in these dreams you can breathe underwater? Does that make any sense? Of course not... yet we all just justify it with the fact that dreams are filled with the impossible, because in dreams, is where the impossible becomes possible. I feel like I'm dreaming, and I need to wake up, but I don't know how.