Its a different feeling this..The feeling of want and need is different. feeling of happiness is hard to handle. thoughts of suicide are close. the nights are cold,dark,and lonely. My thoughts are blurred and dangerous. I watch these kids run around..Worrying only about whats on hand and nothing else. I remember the days, running down street, not thinkin about the world problems or health. i miss the days where all i would have to worry about is the flavor of my icecream. These days that seems like one of the smallest problem of my life.
December 15, 2010