May 19, 2011

It is said that one is as sick as their secrets...what if there aren't any secrets, what if there is nothing to hide?  I presume then there is absolutely nothing to fear, but fear itself.  My life is an open book for any and all to read, the binding a bit tattered and torn, and perhaps the pages are worn, but a book nonetheless for those who care to turn the page.  Out of complete and utter desperation, I began this life long journey some months ago, afraid and alone.  Fearing the worst, yet still hoping for the best as we all tend to do, it is a fine line, a barrier per say.  I have placed bricks, one by one all around me for protection or so I thought, and as long as it took for me to build that wall, it's crumbling in an out of control spiral.  I have absolution today, and things are most certainly clear.  I fumble when my mind speaks before my heart feels and in doing so cause complete frustration and it's directed inward.Ughh It's a battle, but a battle I have the ability to overcome now, and that I am...One day at a time.