MdngtRain

Gravity Hurts Pulling me back Crashing to my feet Splintering my soul When did I find the ground? Why did I hit so hard? Where the hell...? Sobriety hurts Pulling me away Crumbling under the weight Seizing my tattered soul Where did I lose touch? Why did I leave that place? When can I go back?

I am... the ocean, the sky, and the wind.  I have fits of madness and fantasy.  I was an old soul when I was born.  I'd like to think my soul gets younger as time flows, but in reality, it's just getting older and wiser.  I'm here for a purpose, but haven't figured it out yet (desperately searching at times).  I have an unimaginably dark side when it come to beliefs of myself.  I revel in the darkness, and feel comfortable there.  My inner child ran away when I scared her with something recently.  I miss her terribly, and hope she comes home soon, so we can hide in the dark blue velvet blanket together with Beary.  Dr. Candice says she might