Write through this. That's what they say. But, what do you do when you're so unfocused on anything else other than what is staring you right in the face 24 hours a day. You wake up, it's there. You go to sleep, it's there. You dream, it's there in your nightmare. Does it require a revolver to set the times right. A sleek cool barrel of a gun to quieten the maelstrom of mind. Doubtful it's worth all of that. But, time is a killer. Time will eventually kill all of this, this madness, this hurt, this doubt, and this confusion of soul.
I should know better. I know to walk along the straight and narrow path, but at times, the venues off to the side are so enticing and desirable. It's worth it to explore them occasionally, but typically I find that they lead only to heartache. I'm having a hard time climbing back up on that ridge that runs along the hillside, it's a steep slope I've toppled from and I'll be damned if I can climb back up there. There's too much stuff down in this ravine, too many sharp rocks and too many little flowers that I just want to pick and hold onto forever.
It all happens when you're least expecting it. Whether you're inebriated, not paying attention, or on track for something else, suddenly you've fallen into a ravine and you're struggling to climb back up to the path you were on before you got yourself down in a mess. Sooner or later, you find a way out of it, usually with a great amount of difficulty. Usually, you're scarred up from climbing back up that hillside, all gashes and bleeding, scars that won't be healing up for a long time. I guess it's better than you fall off the path sometimes, better that you are knocked outside your comfort zone just to see what things could be like if you find a nice ravine that you can just live inside of forever. Maybe there's a little cabin down there with a nice warm fire that you don't ever want to leave. Or maybe, just maybe you topple down into a ravine and you're able to climb out of it unscathed and stand beside another who has fallen themselves and knows a bit about picking yourself up and dusting off and moving on down that path further until the next time some rock in the path dislodges and you fall into the unknown.
I should know better. I know to walk along the straight and narrow path, but at times, the venues off to the side are so enticing and desirable. It's worth it to explore them occasionally, but typically I find that they lead only to heartache. I'm having a hard time climbing back up on that ridge that runs along the hillside, it's a steep slope I've toppled from and I'll be damned if I can climb back up there. There's too much stuff down in this ravine, too many sharp rocks and too many little flowers that I just want to pick and hold onto forever.
It all happens when you're least expecting it. Whether you're inebriated, not paying attention, or on track for something else, suddenly you've fallen into a ravine and you're struggling to climb back up to the path you were on before you got yourself down in a mess. Sooner or later, you find a way out of it, usually with a great amount of difficulty. Usually, you're scarred up from climbing back up that hillside, all gashes and bleeding, scars that won't be healing up for a long time. I guess it's better than you fall off the path sometimes, better that you are knocked outside your comfort zone just to see what things could be like if you find a nice ravine that you can just live inside of forever. Maybe there's a little cabin down there with a nice warm fire that you don't ever want to leave. Or maybe, just maybe you topple down into a ravine and you're able to climb out of it unscathed and stand beside another who has fallen themselves and knows a bit about picking yourself up and dusting off and moving on down that path further until the next time some rock in the path dislodges and you fall into the unknown.
