Brainshambles

We are all running from something.
Run. Run, girl as fast as you can and as hard as you can.
Stop looking back and trying to re-write history.
That history is important, but now is not the time for nostalgia.
When the history stops driving you forward and starts to bog you down, perhaps it’s time to put it in a back drawer. Stick it in that drawer where your ugly socks and underwear live. They have purpose. You can’t seem to let them go, and that’s fine and lovely. But shove it all in the back until you really need to recall.

If only there were a way to pick up all these little pieces;
shrapnel fallen from the numerous passionate explosions,
and weld them in to something new and strong.
Surely, there must be a place for all this energy?
Perhaps not,
but we dreamers must hold on to such notions,
the “faith” [a word I hate to use, but is unfortunately fitting].
Faith that behind all the rubble, there is reason.
Because without the dream
[whether imagined or real],
we have nothing.

And nothing, just simply will not do.