This is an excerpt from my journal.

Words run in circles as blood boils.

Dancing around my defensive decoy.

It's an example of how I can never let things go.


I can never let things go.


That's not the way it was supposed to be.

I tried to see their thought.

My eyes can open shut.

It's obvious now how the pattern repeats.

I need to fight my impulse.

Keep sight of what might help us.


If it takes a man to admit he's wrong.

Then I am ready to take that step.

To take a risk and not look back