I have cooled off some. My minds river isn't raging as fast as it was earlier. I'm surprised that my thoughts haven't already drowned me. The waters of anger were torrent and high, and they still are, but they have calmed just enough for me to be able to think clearly. I wish this whole thing was just a dream, for I always survive dreams because I can just open my eyes and awaken. But I can open and close my eyes all I want and I'm still here. I'm still locked inside this nightmare. If I sleep, will I be able to escape this reality for a short while or will it be just as real? If I sleep will I have pleasant dreams or will they be just as horrid as my life? Sleep, please come to me. I want to lie down and drift away to an imaginary place of thought. I want to just be at peace with my surroundings instead of having them all crash down on me at once.
L
Written on 24 October 2005 at 8:51 pm
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Quote of the moment:
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world