The coldness in the world, Dark and baron. The earth opens and a heat seeps from its core. Heat that will melt a diamond. Its luster lost to a world beneath our feet. The sun shining down and yet it can't seem to capture the the leaves the way the wind can. The breeze through the branches, the creak, the smell of dirt. Fresh dirt being unearthed. Beneath our feet is a whole new world. One not explored by the faint of heart. Only the brave of soul will venture that deep. The deeper you go the more you learn. Explore inside. Explore yourself. Where are you coming from. Who are you coming from. Why are you here. What do you hear. Can you hear your heart beating. Thump thump thump. Its beating faster. Your afraid. You don't know where your going. All you see in the darkness of a place you have yet to go. Its scary isn't it? Its scary to know that deep down things could be buried that you don't remember. Things could be buried that you don't recall. Where did those memories go? Why are they lost to a pit in the earth that smells of death and decay? Taking a step at a time you find your way through the mist of your thoughts. The files of time lost, Lost like a child in a forest so deep that no light can make it inside. You reach for your flash light only to find your batteries are dead. You don't have what it takes to go so deep do you? Your to afraid to face yourself in a mirror. But there is no reason for fear becuase what you will see in the mirror will free you from so much pain. Pain is not yours. It belongs to the bastards who gave it to you. Give it back. They may not have meant to hurt you but they did. It was deep and dirty and nasty and you hate it and you want it to all go away and you so don't want to explore it because you might find your way home and home is scary. You have never really been home. You think you are. But you are in a shell of what should be your home.
Reach for a star. Lasso it with a golden ray of light. The light is alive in side your solar plexus just reach in its yours now and always. It was yours the day you where born. Born of royal places, pale faces, Indians dancing along the river side waiting for the great eagle to fly by and tell them where the buffalo will be..
Hunting for the past. Shoot the bastard and let him lay in a puddle of blood. Deep red rotting blood. Something that he should be laying in right now. Dead just like the memory. Once you remember you let it go and you never have to relive it again. Though living it was worst than anything you ever thought would happen. The pain, you curled up on a ball on the floor begging for the pain to go away. Your mother so far away and yet so close. Does she care. I don't think she knows how to care. And if she doesn't care who does? Who does really care about you. If you want to really be cared for you have to care for yourself before you will feel what others are giving you. Warm up the the fact that you deserve to live, to be free, to dance and to be loved. The past you can not change but you can chose to live now in the present and not allow your unconscious mind to rule all you do. The subconscious is a powerful place to have your secrete burn that file so you never have to read it again. Its gone for now and gone for good. never read it again. Never Read It Again.
Sleep well tonight my child for with you I will be now and forever. you only need to remain open to me begin here. Hear the crow. Follow his wings to places not so scary. He can take you to the light in your night time path of destruction instead of you living in a limbo of nowhere and no one to care. Follow the crow, Follow the crow.
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