Thursday, April 15

Why Do I Keep Hitting Myself With A Hammer? Because It Feels So Good When I Stop.

I am bursting at my seams and want nothing more than to turn it into words that shake my heart as I read them. But I can't get them out. And I can't find the desire to get them out. And life is becoming blurry and I can't figure out how to stop it. I found a park today. Peering through the suburban houses. calling me with its grass and dew. The moment I laid my foot on the path and saw the sunset hit the shining branches, I felt every heart wrenching feeling all over again. I felt alive and I felt like myself, and nothing can describe why. but at least its a start.

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