Ahhhh night four. gotta say........ this sux.
But being able to reach out to you all helps me so much. I am a private person but being able to write just helps. I do like coffee though and my ex-wife is Jamaican, so I am drowning in blue mountain coffee. I guess if I am going to drown, that's the way to do it.
For weeks now, when I fall asleep, I have been having these nightmares. I am ready to stand and face real life again. I used to put myself in ridiculous situations to see how I would react but I'm done with now. I'm ready to finally grow in a way I'm proud of.
thank you for supporting me
O Me! O Life!
by Walt Whitman
O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.