Sometimes you have experiences to color you
I can tell so I go through the Way
sometimes its something my mind is resistant to
How can I be so unaware of how upsetting what some of the things I was witnessing and experiencing was making me?
Maybe this is just it that I wasn't unaware and so I went from what I wanted to something I never wanted, out of control, drinking with the wrong crowd, expressing myself and being over come by warmth and love and fearful rage and when I look back all I wanted was to be held and loved and acknowledged.
So I woke up with a massive headache and I realized there was some parts I couldn't see and that was okay. It is what it is. If I could've seen her I would've have. If I had the words I would have spoke them.
And so we sit by the fire. We dance by the fire. Sometimes we get burned.