How many times will it take?
How many chances will I get?
Why can’t I get a grip on living a good life.
I have failed so much and it hurts my heart to death. I keep messing up.
And I don’t even fucking know why. I barely know how.
I think I can move forward while holding on to stuff from the past?
That is one of the lousiest thought orders a human being can have.
Realizations come in giant waves that have me speechless. I can’t explain myself. I’m just a knotted rope full of threads and unravelling dishevellement. I don’t understand me much anymore and it’s getting me further into a darkness I will not be able to breathe in.
On the other hand, I just made red play-dough with my child and that was rather amusing and made my heart feel beats of light life.
Where do we go from here.