There's Beauty in the Breakdown
Jun. 17th, 2008 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
c_for_chaosMorning!
I woke up at 8 on this fine, crisp June day. The weather is in the mid 70's. The sky is blue and cloudless. I'm jubilant because humidity is hiding from me. I am fearless. Ready to confront the outdoors and let my spirits soar. Hopefully no crankiness today. I'm attempting to keep that part of me locked up. Chains and shackles aren't enough sometimes.
As I've said before, i have a lot to do today. Ready or not, here I come!!!
It's getting increasingly easier to breathe. The dark abyss of my mind explodes into light and I float with a smile on my face and a dream held tight in my hand. Evidently, I'm alive. I've shrugged off what was the past. This blanket shielded me from love, hope, freedom. It still lingers, daring me to return and bide by its many grotesque standards. All I know for sure is, I desperately want to succeed. I may venture back to that place which was bleak and desperate for the slightest movement. But for now, I shall pounce at this chance to be free, to see what is around me instead of sauntering backwards into nothing.
Won't you come with me? For I can't go alone. I must be dreaming... I must be... Tell me, am I?
I woke up at 8 on this fine, crisp June day. The weather is in the mid 70's. The sky is blue and cloudless. I'm jubilant because humidity is hiding from me. I am fearless. Ready to confront the outdoors and let my spirits soar. Hopefully no crankiness today. I'm attempting to keep that part of me locked up. Chains and shackles aren't enough sometimes.
As I've said before, i have a lot to do today. Ready or not, here I come!!!
It's getting increasingly easier to breathe. The dark abyss of my mind explodes into light and I float with a smile on my face and a dream held tight in my hand. Evidently, I'm alive. I've shrugged off what was the past. This blanket shielded me from love, hope, freedom. It still lingers, daring me to return and bide by its many grotesque standards. All I know for sure is, I desperately want to succeed. I may venture back to that place which was bleak and desperate for the slightest movement. But for now, I shall pounce at this chance to be free, to see what is around me instead of sauntering backwards into nothing.
Won't you come with me? For I can't go alone. I must be dreaming... I must be... Tell me, am I?
