The time has flown by and I have definitely been neglecting my writings. I have been putting my emotions on the back burner. How can I put aside something so crucial; something so beautifully infectious? Its time to rethink things. It's time to retrace my past steps and make a change. It's time to write how I feel...
As I begin to write down my mind, my heartbeat begins to race. The thrill makes it completely worth the effort. I feel myself growing stronger with every line; word by word I am building a fortitude for my weaknesses and making them my strengths. *Poetic Rehabilitation one may call it. It is a breath-taking process. I am standing on the highest building in the world when I am in this state of recovery. I am the strongest man alive when I feel its influence run through my veins just as a current of electricity. With my words I am invincible, or so I feel.
With me and my specific case I need a emotional storm to write efficiently and luckily the floods have come crashing... Finally...
The waves have hit me and set my world off, again but somehow I feel more at home. With my foundation no where to be seen I have began to rebuild, piece by piece. I have been praying for a car crash in order to experience more than I already know and THIS IS IT! The airbags have gone off!
I have received what I wanted but now what? Does this automatically quench my thirst of satisfaction? Does this mean everything will be better now?
No.
This is just a small glimpse of the ever-expanding timeline. There's much behind me and much more to come...
I am standing, outside of the wreckage of the crash and am living proof that through horrible situations great things can come to pass. They can mend you in ways you never thought possible. The darkness, if you allow it, can transform you into a brighter person. Optimistic Rehabilitation, one may call it, works and it a breath-taking process but don't just take my word for it... TRY IT!
