While I go through another writer’s block ( hopefully temporary this time) here’s something by a very dear friend of mine. (Thank you!)
There was something unusual about that night. 8 cups of coffee, and there I was, tossing all night long, trying to come to terms with my demons.
I had always worked so hard to hear and understand others- that I had completely forgotten about my own feelings, and needs.
I had given away so much in love, that there was nothing left for me.
Oh, how my soul now begs me to return to the truth, to the light, and to the power I had left somewhere far behind.
My chest is heavy with all the pain I have been holding on for so long, it wants to be freed. It wants to break those walls that has caged it for what seems like an eternity.
I got out of bed when I could no longer take it. It was time to lace up the armor, and break down these walls with my own bare hands.
From this day onwards, I was to be free in my own wildness, belonging to no man and no city.