"Mind is a razor blade"
-The Knives
I wrote this in my journal a year ago...funny how cyclical life is:
"Something beautiful has taken shape in my heart.
it flies, it floats...but has no place to land.
A rhythmic hope that each breath I take is not in vain
a beat, a dance, a vibrant flow of life.
But I hold onto what keeps me down
a doubt, a fear...it is tough to break free.
I shy away because I do not want to fail
I dream, I sigh...I slowly become numb."
Life is crushing. the mind truly is a razorblade.
