SarahReinmann
Visible rib cages and empty liquor bottles.. Flickering moods and empty canvases that are as empty and bleak as my visions of the future. Locked between the walls of a 14x10 bedroom.. My mind is ready to babble, but my mouth only knows the law of silence.
The pace of my thoughts is faster than the overbearing drub of my heart's beat against the blaring speakers.. I sit here, yet again, writing out my hurt. The difference this time being I don't feel nearly as sheepish..
To come to the conclusion of such a process like rejection and acceptance of the subject is not a shallow pool of water to tread lightly within.. This is something that takes more strength than I could ever even begin to express..
Yet, I am striving for exactly that.. Seeking, venturing, all the while searching for some kind of peace of mind along the way.. Lately, this path has felt vacant and restricted.. Just as I had imagined such a lonely road to be.