My thoughts and dreams,...

Sometimes love can be so cold, Our courage can only be so bold.... My heart hurts, the pain’s too much to hold... It’s often overbearing, my hearts heavy, I try to remain steady, I remember clearly that day, It had to unfold... So much had happened, So much untold... The guy who did it was evil, his soul was sold... She was taken from I without a goodbye, She’ll never get old... I’ll continue but still I’ll cry, Never consoled... We used to be under the same stars, The sun and the moon were the lights of our world.. We were together, we had one another... My sister in heaven was taken away. #MMIW #NoMoreMissingSisters

I often describe my depression as the fog, I hide from the sun, love rainy days and awe at the sight of the beautiful night sky.. Sometimes the thought of breathing is necessary,  only because I forget to do it involuntarily. I lose my breath in moments of over burden, stress, heartache, hurt or rejection and I must remember to breathe. In my lifetime I've had my share of storms - dark, violent, cold places you think you will never return from, storms that sweep you away and change the way you see the world, storms so full of nightmares you sometimes forget, but only to help ease the constant battle in your mind.. Only I haven't actually forgotten it seems, more like written it in invisible ink only to be revealed by the certain light, in that way it stays hidden. Storms come and  go and in that way storms are constant, like change. Our lives are a series of seasons and change, in it there is a time for everything. I admit I personally have not been wise with my time, I...