Every passing second escapes my grasp in the dark velvet sky, the silent night creeps by. Moonlight chases away lurking shadows, starlight gives me hope. I sip yet another coffee, life is too short to worry about sleepless nights.
The night passes me in an intoxicating smoke of hidden memories and ideas, creatures crawl from their slumber.
Rain starts weeping down striking cobblestone streets…
A burning desire lurks within me, one I fight with in the darkness of moonlight. As I wrestle with my being, my emotions get crushed under the weight of my years of escaping dreams and twisted realities. For the lands I have seen and the directions I have chosen at times challenge my essence, as I myself, like all, am still a traveller searching their map for meaning and direction.
There is choice in everything, from picking the coffee that starts your day, to the feelings the supress you, choice flickers its burning flame in your direction. Many walk in a dreaming state of smog. This is a choice, for when we realise everything in life is a choice, this is when we release our essence and being.
It can at times seem controversial to put something such as a mental illness down to choice, though maybe a better way to describe such is; there is a choice to get help, or better yet help yourself and understand, I am not talking from an ignorant place…