Systematically reversing the play by play of times passed. Running myself in circles of raw, remembered hurt and feelings, locked up for far too long. Improvements desperately needed, but the emotional funding isn't available. Freedom of the mind seems to constantly get jerked away from me as if I'm not permitted such ease, or satisfaction in life. So much love to wrap myself in, and even more happiness, yet no steady, easy pace for my mind to wander as the rest of me lives. It lives seperately from my heart, my soul... all that is me. It is not mine.
*My brain spits stuff like this out sometimes at the least expected moments, don't try to make sense of it, you may hurt yourself. If it makes sense, I'll give you the # to my therapist :P *
