There are these moments where the calm holds a balance.
And underlining thought of knowing we can still live.
Pieces of the wounds are in a mending process.
Often stuck in a rotations of tears and over bearing drives of these emotions.
Under the tow of trying to get a grasp, of trying to understand where,
Everything didn't feel so shaken.
Each step has a mark, each breath has a potential draw.
In a quick move to shelter out the pain.
Everything begins to turn side ways.
Under the breach of the levy holding the weight back.
We've managed to slip once again.
The circumstances seem all but lost.
At night the silence fills through the rooms.
Walking slowly around the memories reawaken in our minds.
Spinning off to the left, crashing into the wall as the turn hits home.
Under the crutch of some fallen pride, many forget that these feelings others hold.
Backsliding down some hole, into the pit of darkness.
Often or not, everything breaks into the pieces we have been so desperately
trying to hold together.
In a cycle of circles, everything begins to rush.
Here and there, these pleas are turning into screams.
The comfort is out at arms reach.
Some underlining knowledge that this was going to happen.
The road hits a bump under the fold.
The flashing lights are spiraling about as everything slows.
This is the story of how I lost myself.