January 5th, 2009. I think this may have been the very first thing that I wrote after getting out of Kahi Mohala. There’s a lot in these words I am still trying to make out. Thinking about it I am pretty positive that I was wondering if my substance abuse and halting of dreams at night had anything to do with making me crazy. And my dearest friend would be myself, the former self.
I still don’t dream very much any more, and when I do it is usually a nightmare. I am comfortable with that reality these days. That when I dream it is often pure torture. I think many have this problem.
The haunting eclipse that has daunted the narrow path,
since before I can remember.
I used to fall to my death multiple nights of the week,
to wake up right before I hit the ground, on my bedroom floor.
I used to be scared shitless, of the open closet door.
Though supposing the halt of these subconscious realities every night,
made it hard to deal with the problems I never knew existed.
Was it you? One of my dearest friends, that made the reality back home, so much harder to bend?
If it was, just know.
That I will go farther in life, than you could ever go.
One step back I may have taken,
but from this crack, my bones won’t be breakin’.
So from those deaths in my dreams,
I will always be stronger, than when you were scheming.
Thank you for reading.
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I appreciate your links, the way you do that. It helps putting all together
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Thank you! I try to make it as easy to navigate as possible. I didn’t realize I had so much content just waiting in the wings.
This is why I prefer to have all new posts to just come in to me via e-mail. I find the reader/feed to be a bit finicky.