Welcome...
to the crazy planet of my mind
Forever lost in the cycle of inquisition. My creativity buried beneath mounds of soft snow.
Wondering if I have done nothing by lie to myself over and over… I am breathing and very grateful for this. Even so, I can’t help but contemplate if life has given up on me. In my youth I bathed in sadness, soaking up depression like oil to brittle skin. Forever wanting to live in any life that wasn’t my own… Ten years and many days ago I faced the monsters hidden under the covers. I found the strength for forgiveness and moved on with my life, doing all the things that brought joy to my doorstep. And in those moments when joy evaded I found my feet and walked toward whatever moments of sparkle I could find. Refreshing myths of contentment. When I could see the intentional sting of melancholy draping the layers of those closet to me and I wanted nothing more for them to know its all okay. Life is good. (I could use that counsel now) Even when my lover told me I was a fool to think that happiness was real I held to the thoughts which eventually brought me to this icy munchkin land. A dream of nine years. But was I a fool to dream at all? Do the sins of my youth hold that much power over me?
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