the windows show me discolored leaves
Bill Hicks once said, "life is a ride, it goes up and down, round and round, has thrills chill and spills." and I believe this. It makes the most sense. When I'm down in the dumps, i just remind myself, I'm in the dark part of the tunnel or cave. Whatever ride I feel I'm on. Here lately though, I feel like I'm on the lonely to afraid to get out of the house part of the ride. Maybe that's not the ride. Maybe I'm standing in line for the ride, the really long two-three hour line. Well whatever it is, I feel like I don't have a "true" friend around to help me keep my head up. This depressing part of the ride, I feel alone and unloved. Maybe I'm pitying myself and wishing for the few true friends I have to pull through. I'm always waiting. Never existing in the present. All I have are questions. What can I do to pull myself out of this? Why do I go this deep into the darkness of my mind? When will it be my time to rise? How can I stop myself from ever getting this way again? Scientists and doctors believe its a chemical imbalance but I think we control our own live and how we live it. So why am I stopping myself?
The answer will come soon.
I hope.
The answer will come soon.
I hope.