Push me forward and pull me with your way.
Too late to come back down from where I've been lifted to.
Hours will pass before I can make sense of these things in my head, they're called thoughts.
I'm floating. As I'm falling, but not quite quickly like I should be.
I fall slow, and watch myself think back on my past life. I don't fear falling.
Somewhat of a satisfied feeling has surfaced, so its not as bad as its been in the past.
I want to push myself, to make sure I can still feel alive.
I'm not a bad person, I'm just overwhelmed.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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