On a given morning, the city streets smell all of coffee and fried eggs. This is reality. These are good times. I wonder what I will think of what is going on, right now, if and when the days get dark — as they have been known to. For it all seems as if things are coming together, in a synchronized whole, that these are the “happily” in “happily ever after”. Or could it be that everything will work out, and the days that come will be even greater than I can imagine? No, I cannot imagine it. I am still giving it my best to comprehend the morning smell, as I walk through the city in the fresh morning, still trying to grasp the positives in this going of life. Reality can be this way, what do you know? Life is not made of pain, as I once conjectured. Mayhap not to get too used to where I am now, for better or worse to come: this is most probably only a transition between states...
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8:49pm monday, 14th may
I just did a 10 day stay at a psychiatric clinic.A.k.a. Baker act.I got back on meds, and they seem to be working.Its like I was fighting with myself all that time.(thats a good line,I'm gonna put that in a song.)
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7:14pm wednesday, 16th may
Strawberry2bluewhereareyou.
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7:25pm wednesday, 16th may
A new song I wrote
Drunken Angel
Watch me as I'm going
so far away in time.
Back to where I started.
How I feel inside.
A room with broken mirrors.
Losing as I win.
I bathe and cleanse my sins,
and try again.
Chorus-On this morning feeling sick
A drunken Angel takes a sip
and trys to feel at home again.
Watch me as I'm going
into the desert sun
to mingle with the spirits
I wait here til they come
and soon the moon comes shining
it watches everyone
til it fades away
and soon the night is done.
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