When childhood memories are filled with screams and broken dishes, the sunlight sometimes fades into dreariness on even the most blissful days.
An adventure can bring pause with voices whispering, you can’t or nagging pulls that you will regret those choices made for your own pleasure.
I realize it’s why I don’t share myself with any of you. It’s hard enough that the places my body return to are filled with dread, I don’t need a reminder to be careful.
I fight the feeling with impulse to click the button and now there is no turning back. Strong insight into where those impulsive tendencies derived from yet no time to think. Must breathe through the mind’s torturing thoughts of – what did you just do?
And again back to the place years of mental training has allowed me to live. Peace, love and happiness. I just wish I could’ve share it with you.