There’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I’m too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I’m not goingto let anybody seeyou
that seems to fill my very core today.
I don’t understand the way my mind works sometimes.
I have every reason to be bright and cheerful, but even then…. sometimes it is so hard to drag myself out of the warm comfort of my bed.
Sleep didn’t come easy last night, as I laid motionless there with a blank mind, I fought against my strong-willed brain to drift into “sleep”.
Fitful, my nights rest was… the dreams that came to me lacked even the slightest positive vibe..My conscience must have been angry, doubtful, scared… I don’t know.
I’m raging a bitter war against myself to break down these walls I’ve so carefully built up around myself…. so that maybe one day I can
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish.
There is no free will.
There are no variables.
There is only the inevitable.