Waves
There was, is, always this undertow… Writing this is probably one of the “bravest” things I’ve done. In this “current”, it can be difficult to know the rational from the irrational. To discern what’s really happening from what you think is happening. But wait. Stop. < That. That whole train of thought is what got you here in the first place. I found myself in these cycles of blaming myself. Presently less than I used to. In this text, I’m going to use vague descriptive. It’s better that way… Imagine it as a sea...an ocean… Thoughts coming and going, like waves. Wave…2016 I sat on my couch and told you about things. You asked me, “ But what did YOU do”? By this time, my heart had already been so low that even this statement, even from you, couldn’t touch the “things” I’ve shoved down. Wave… just drift…2006 Your anger was vile. The lamp broke, the keys hit the wall and my shock pushed dismay further into my … You left, I sank to my knees, yet ag