My first heart break left me paused, not paralyzed, just paused, frozen in the moment, I could move, but only in that little frame of time about a week. During that time my music was all I had and it consumed me, I was addicted and it was my thoughts, and I got so scared, so afraid, that I couldn't handle the stress of having that be my only, so I lost it. I left it be and in turn completely lost myself. But I feel me again, I feel the words that will flow, I think I have me back, not by much, but a little bit, I'm ready to write my story, fictionalized becasue mines pretty average, but I will write it. Instead of short mind-blowing peices us poets write I'm ready to commit. I'm ready to hang on and finish it.
Wish me luck.
I'm flowing, I'm less broken, I'm managable and new, I can create. I'm not so afraid and I'm ready to let go and try again.
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