the1warrior's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - The key is alone time, totally alone. Asleep, awake, asleep, awake...The sounds of my ancestors cries form in the background and I am in search of something. Something I cant see or feel. Something within myself strong enough to make the necessary changes. My eyes are itchy and I could scratch them both out slowly. Drops do nothing but burn and make tears stream down in the shadows of real tears. Layla lays next to me and I know her energy is an integral part of my healing. Just a loyal, sweet, dependable animal who loves me unconditionally. Candles are lite around the house with smells of roses. Exhaustion runs through my body and I think depression creeps up on you. When your driving down the road and you realize you just turned down a poetry reading with Natasha and Ceizer for no good reason for lack of energy to do much of anything lately. Time to snap out of this BULLSHIT. i mean freals 1:02 a.m. - 2010-08-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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