New forgotten life...I don't know what I am suppose to do now.
Much better in my head...the reality is lacking.
That restlessness is always with me....
I do find peace when I am in the woods....surrounded by quiet...I feel me...I feel..some peace.
Shall I just live there? I remember what was in the past..the smells...life.
But....I am older now...jaded...closed off more than I care to admit but happy in my way.
Hiding in my head....rather be inside my imaginary life than the real one.
Always been that way...self absorbed...uncomfortable with peoples intentions.
I can here crazy Diana walking up and down my street yelling about whatever.
Maybe that's the way it should be. her reality is steeped in her madness. No one can touch
her there. They stay away.
Writing connects me to my madness, my insecurities and I vomit whatever truth I'm feeling at any given
moment.
Very few people understand me...I don't understand me sometimes.
In the end.....I know I worry and think to much and my life will go the way it goes.
Always has.
