I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
Sometimes it’s okay to disremember an entire day – or try to, it doesn’t always work; but challenging the mind is better than allowing it to get stuck in the past.
I’m not an alcoholic, but I could’ve been because how easy it is to drench all my problems in wine, and forget them – But I always seem to take the hard roads.
Once, I wrote a poem that could’ve changed the world… If I could just remember the words, I could do it again. But it only lived briefly in my mind; I never write the good ones down.
Please don’t get too bothered if you followed my blog and it seems I didn’t follow you back. I did, but WP’s mobile app didn’t believe me… I’m following you now.
Sometimes, Confusion needs to happen to pave the way for understanding.
I’ll be honest I have a headache because I’ve been crying over not being able to change the things that hurt the world and those in it so much.
All I can think of these days is all I endure and I tell myself it’s so my daughter doesn’t have to when she encounters the world on her own. But the sad fact is I’m raising her to be prepared to endure the same things, and it hurts me to my soul… The thought …
I related to a kids’ poetry book today, and… it told me my inner child still hurts sometimes. I should pay more attention to her.
I fear I’ve messed this all up – This life thing, It doesn’t feel like I’m doing it quite right. I’m always just… Too every bit of the wrong things, too intense, too awkward; too passionate, too aggressive. Too full of words, too not enough. I don’t know how to fix it, make it better… is it only my own …
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