
" I want us to be like Peter Pan but dreams, it seems are weightless as sand..."
Sitting on my bed with a pen in my hand a notebook of paper in my lap writing and releasing my stress my sadness my thoughts all revealed. Anger depression confusion sadness all leave me lying themselves down on the sheet of paper for a while. I let the feelings keep flowing out of me. The uncomfortable feelings of life leave the bliss of lonliness and thoughtlessness overcome me as I jot down the last of my thoughts of crude feelings entering. Why won't it stop?