Crash

ramble....

car crash the past like an open book. running, spinning, trying not to look. I miss how the days were full of smiles and tears only came when there was a reason. The only things I miss about the past is myself. I am the only one with the power to change and the power to re invent myself.. is this true or do i just wish it was? Time travels so fast like the speeding bullet of a heart attack. Mind blows up in another atmosphere and i have to wonder what set it off.

Start over and start new. I do this a lot and they ask me why. I just sit and cry and sit and cry. Night time is the worst, i remember all my demons then. Waking up a new task. Make myself complete. There is always another chance. Don’t let things get at you, get at them. Murmur the thoughts around your little dirty twisted head just for a minute and maybe the past wont be so hard to digest.

Boom.