Thoughts in overdrive, no clarity on the horizon.
The air is thick while breathing, whilst crazy words I do purge.
Embarrassed beyond unimaginable shame, I cringe my dramatic fall.
This shadow has taking over, I’m a lost prisoner of the cold dark side.
Can I stop the crazy fuzzy mind control to find my way back to grace.
The horrid ego is plotting, so much deceit mapped out ahead.
My soul is down a deep dark crevasse , I keep falling further towards high tide.
Drowning in my own mess, I must trust I can float with the stormy waters.
100 days 100 confessions 