|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
Waking Sleeping Demons
I Was Old Then, Imagine How I Feel Now
I should not Google into the past. I should not do this because it might bring me too much into the now, and I don't want to know.
So often my life seems like a collection of bad choices and wrong turns. I feel as though I've done so little right.
(Oh my god, am I crying now?)
I'm embarrassed and ashamed, reminded of how close my heart is to the surface, how little healing has taken place. I am an open wound still.