I am so numb that my limbs, my shoulders and my hips, my back, feel like they are moving in slow motion, like there's something thicker than air surrounding my body, something I've got to wade through. I feel sleep dumb and out of it...my body is trying to be quiet because my brain is screaming. No matter how much I try to numb my body, my brain will never ever shut up. Only when I am asleep will it hush long enough to give me some peace. No wonder all I want to do is sleep.

Bottom line? I am angry. And this is a current of old, deep anger that I've been floating on for awhile. This is anger that's been festering and feeding on itself for ages. Consciously, I don't dwell. Consciously I have moved past this and grown out of it. But in the back of my screaming brain, always, there is this anger fueling this ranting voice and it's just gotta go away.



There is this tattoo that I know of, it takes up the entirety of someones back...it looks like a story filled with probably every emotion that a human being could possibly deal with. It's black and it's dark and you would never know that it was there. I find myself wanting to trace every story with my finger, hear the thought behind it and just breath. In everyday life, this is me. And then, in my heart and my mind, this is me. And it's the same. Does that make sense? I made a record, so that I could move on and be me in everyday life.

I feel like my words are this record. My words are my only positive release and I have to let all of this out before I can move on.

I never say never, but I am a good guesser, and it might be true that I never get to hear these stories because of a choice that I made. And that just adds to the anger.

And it hurts, too.