My omniscent way of thinking has dug a hole, which traps me here. It's dark and it's scary, like nothing I've seen before. Yet I can't shake the feeling that I've already been here, that I've already survived this trial. The air is filled with missed memories and promises I know I won't keep. I refuse to find shelter as the rain soaks through my very veins. I can endure, I will endure. My fantasy still sparks a humble flame within my soul, keeping me warm. For all I want, for all I've ever wanted, is to walk away from the life they think I lead...
I've decided not to think anymore. I've decided not to wonder or obssess or imagine. What I'll do from now on, is just breathe. Breathe in and breathe out. The future will unfold whether I want it to or whether I dread it. I'll let life lead me for a change. I may not end up where I want, but I'll surely end up where I'm supposed to be. As the rain pours from the sky, while the branches sway, I sit here in the dark, right in the mealstorm, thinking: what a beautiful sight...
Found a way to bloom, another ghost to follow. It said: it's only up to you. That's the hardest pill to swallow. You never get to choose, you live on what they send you. And you know they're gonna use, the things you love against you. That's just the way it goes...
