Boots Of A Sailor, Hair Of A Whore.

'Back To You In The Studio'.

The Look Of Pure Horror In The Local Newsreaders Face - 

Really Hit Home, Hard.

In That One Moment I Felt That Static Shock Of Realization.

Like The Falling Dream.

Or The Snap Out Of Daydreaming.

Or Probably The Horror Of Realizing My Lazy Eye Most Likely Kicked In.

After Over A Year Away I Felt Drawn To Write.

 Sure I Was Never Fully Committed To It,

But It's A Canvas.

My Usual Glittered Brain Has Been Mostly Cotton Wool.

Where's My Snap.

My Abrupt Emergency Stop.

This Past Time Has Been A Carousel In Slow Motion,

All Smiles & Wonderful.

But The Past Months Have Been The Aftermath Of A Rollercoaster.

Where You Leave Dizzy & Uncoordinated.

Blurry Minded & Zombie Like.

Well I Do Anyway.

And Then, Jump.

That Sharp Realization Is Back.

My Existence Still Numb, But My Mind Awake.

Overworked, Exhausted & Barely There.

The Girl, Barely.

Carries On Like Nothing Amiss.

Routine & Distractions Are Key,

To Fuck All In My Case.

All Sunshine & Rainbows Until You Remember The Empty.

The Lonely & Hollow.

Then The Sharp Sadness.

Then The Stupidity, For Feeling Feelings.

It's Weird Where You Find Your Logic.

Beyonce Has Never Been A Calling Until Now.

In A Teen Angst Filled Playlist,

There She Is Singing Away. 

Completely Unaware Of The Beasts Surrounding Her.

I Had This Space Past The End Of My Bed.

In The Dark It Scared Me.

In The Day It Was Just There.

When I Lay Down I Couldn't See It.

Or Could Even Tell What's There.

It Drove My Over Imaginative Mind Crazy.

With Possibilities & Reasons.

Some Were A Dream And Others A Nightmare.

Until I Looked.

And Settled My Mind At The Sight Of Nothing.

Between Me And The Space There Was The End Of My Bed.

A Barrier.

'To The Unknown'.

Or A Pile Of Dirty Washing And Some Ammo Boots.

Either Way,

I Have A New Bed Now, Much Like A New Story.

No More Laying Down In The Dark With The Duvet Over My Head.

I Can Sit Up And Peek Over The Edge. 
I'm A One Person Now.
A Charlie.
Welcome To The Voices In My Head, The Mutters Of My Mind.
When I Can Remember What They're Telling Me.
A Documentary Of My Adventures & Failures.
Because How Else Will I Learn.
Brightness Is Coming. xXx