I try to put things in this certain perspective.
Everything I thought was so real and presious, now seems so petty.
Things are only important if you allow them to be and
if they express a part of your innerself.
I realize that I am just a puzzle, that somehow has to be put together.
When and if I find the missing pieces.
Is when I will finally be whole....
I'm learning now that i don't have to pretend. I always was so tough and hard.
But I realize now that it is not who I truly am. I'm letting this wall desolve.
Even though it is extremely hard to let go of it. It was my only source of protection.
My life doesn't have to be an act anymore. I am finally going to let people in.
Even if it hurts in the end. It will be my pain and real....
This I find to be hard.
There is always a sense of doubt that hangs over me
like a dark cloud. Not necessarily bad luck. More like
disappointment or discouragement....
