Here I am, door closed behind me locked securely. Inside, a mess, cleaned up when I feel sane enough to address the problem here I am lost again nothing is clear except the peep hole so I can peer- out- side the door is as plain as the ones in Texas I have a name tag its black and Printed Across the hall a wall decorated with color and love, and care, my walls so bare Here I am alone again by choice I need to hear my voice lost somewhere between the insecurities and the alcohol came clean doesnt mean I've come home Here I am I am here I have to remind myelf almost every hour. I think I may be lost. for ever
Let us relinquish self, my darling, until we can mold all of that whirlwind of dust into something worth our precious time.(We have all the time in the world) There is a whole in your wall, small, but just enough to see through, and I peeped you from there, aware that I was stealing a glimpse of something special. I beg your pardon even as I thank you. When the whirlwind dies down, and the turbulence inside drowns to the point of stillness: let us examine the pieces. Here a sentiment, there a thought, here and there with pleasures frought and pains of which we were previously unaware. My dear, we were ever naught but that which we were taught. But now that we know, we may understand. Soon we will be wise, and in silence begin the journey through life with a re-assured smile at our good fortune. No less will be the sorrows and ridiculous slings and arrows of the world, but so much more our ability to appreciate their place and our own. I wish you the best, and thank for the inspiration.
