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There is a weight I need to drop. Kinda feels like it sometimes. Some things I will never share with you, well, I might. God knows I want to. Just read into it to see the true meaning of my actions and sometimes meaningless random words that I attempt to put into sentences. How fun it would be to be a superb storyteller. I have made progress and i will not return to who I was and how I thought. Constantly battling these moving pictures, snapshots in my head. I will prevail. Thinking can lead to danger. So many different ways a thought can go. It is hard to keep track. I must act as a traffic cop and direct them in the right direction at the right time, or I will surely lose. I am almost done. Do I give it away? Just want to be good. An admirable life with meaning and free of worry. Kinda feel trapped and controlled by my thoughts who are unforgiving and merciless in their timing. I know sometimes they are just illusions, but they are vivid and can seem true.
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