The art of starting over

If your are brave enough to see the sunrise and watch the sunset, day after day, then you are brave enough to start over.

If you have allowed yourself to fall into the darkest hole in your soul, where a black hole eats away your emotions, thoughts, and feelings, and if you have drowned yourself in the tears you cried, then you are strong enough to make peace with your soul. 

You can forgive yourself.
You can be patient.
Even the darkness has arms,
You can fall asleep
You will start over again.

I'm not myself

Sometimes my hands they don't 

feel like my own
I need 

someone to love 

I need 

someone to hold

  

(Red Dust)

The endless sadness that I feel

If I were to believe that we are here for a reason, a mission, mine would be to feel all the sadness of the world. 

Chicago is gorgeous and sad. 

New York is filled with people, yet sadness sips through the concrete, the glass doors, every leaf that ever turned yellow and fell down in Central Park.

I'd like to think that there's a certain beauty in feeling this way. A poetic way of blues.

Not depression that will eventually void me of wholesome love for anything, anyone,
And life.

The life I could have lived

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It's one thing to realize that you have turned into the person you hate.

To realize that your soul has become someone you pity, is another great tragedy.

Why me?

Life is a bitch.

Move on.

Happiness is a state of mind

When I hear "living the present moment", I think about being under the sheets with you, watching the last lights of the sunset slide through our fingers like a red, slow-motion waterfall.

A meditative state

 

For all the miles that I will walk

For the dust that will be on my shoes