Sometimes, I just curl up as small as I can in the corner of my dark room. I feel like pressure is building up all around. My mind goes crazy. Scenes of my day, sketches of my dreams, lyrics, faces, movie clips, sounds, journal entries, conversations, poems are all flying through my head. It is chaotic, and stressful. Then, I can take control. Make it all stop, talk myself into reality, try to understand life. But, the only way I can ever answser my own questions is with new questions. Then, I realize it doesn't matter what I don't know. I will live, and find out. I can get up, recognize the silence, wipe my eyes, and breathe. I love when it is over, and I close my eyes, and I can feel one deep breath fill up my whole body. All I can hear is my heart beat...and the silence that stills everything else.





**i always feel like no one is like me after i write weird things that i do (like this), and i want to delete the post and feel kind of embarrassed. Then I say whatever and click publish anyway.