I have so much to say that words escape me.
My world is changing drastically, and I'm still in that place where it all feels like a dream. I keep waiting to wake up...
I have so much to say that the words they are choking me.
Leading to silence
falling behind miles of unknown road.
And I realized that I'm a junky, as such untrustworthy--anything to get my fix. I'll turn it off over and over again because I don't trust myself when it's on. I become a slave to my fix, the fix that only dominance can give.
The world is upside down and inside out, as the future stretches out before me, unknown and unseen. I almost took a little peek you see, but I didn't...There's nothing to be said for knowing exactly what's ahead.
I have so much to say that I am drowning in my own words.
Words unused on the path less traveled, as everything that was comes unraveled so that we may use the threads to make something new...