The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

Can the true key to a happiness be as simple as beautiful weather, the sun shinning with all the windows down in the car, driving alone down the back roads? Feeling free in sunbathed warmth, just letting all your thoughts float like tiny ships within your own oceanic mind space. Can the best therapy truly be nothing at all? The same life that can be cruel and take things away can give right back in an instant. Soothing you mere moments after it has burned you. Funny thing life is. So manic depressive. Like handing somebody a blanket after throwing them into a blizzard naked. Sometimes the smallest and simplest of things can be the most therapeutic things of all. There was a time when solitude would have scared the breath out of my lungs and being alone was everything but easy. As time marches forward I have found peace within myself. Like it or not I must be part of the inevitable march. I have found strength I didn't know was possible and my legs are able to hold me up without...

I wish I could put to sleep the pieces of me that are just like you the evil way I resist and push away and fight the way you do. The flame inside burns eternal and rears it's ugly head forever wishing to flood and wash it away I drain myself instead. How many times can you fight yourself? The battle never ending: how far down can you bury the truth constantly pretending? Willing to change though it seems impossible when you share this blood bond we do drama and pain are never trailing far behind, never ceasing their follow through. Snapping back and stinging like a broken elastic your love is poison and tragic but I can't seem to get past it.