I am wandering down the halls of my mind… There are doors I keep wanting to open. The ghosts of experiences that are crying for my attention. I recall them, then I slam them shut. I would rather run, than face them, even one. I built the walls, strong. Never once letting them falter, never once letting them down.
The people.
The places.
The thoughts.
The spaces.
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They made me… yet I made myself…
They shaped me… yet I overcame myself
Through loss and gain, my thoughts made me sane.
I played the game… and ever did I change.
First and above all Dad.
L and J, was it me or was it them?
The ground where it burned
The home which was always cold.
I didn’t belong.
I still don’t.
Yet now I’m home, and the ghosts are crying for my attention.
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I listen as I write, waiting for what I am trying to say. Yet the thoughts remain the same.
I know what I overcame, yet that which made me is slowly driving me insane…
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I know the answer, yet I don’t want to hear…
It is in there, trying to form itself clear…
Is it me?
Please answer my fears…
it is, but its ok
Journals Of Enreal 
Oh enreal, the games our minds play! searching for answers that can’t be found, or maybe are already known & forgotten again… for good reasons… Personally, I find my imagination tends to trump reality, so if it’s something I fear, better to just learn the truth…
I guess I am learning that sometimes there is no answer no matter how long we search….
hey sweetheart, I’m out of the loop here. I know I haven’t posted anything for a long time and I don’t know if I will start posting again but…. this person started following me: http://sweetlittlegirlmuneera.wordpress.com/ a yuoung poetess, I have no idea how she found me, but I would appreciate it if everyone could take her under their wings and encourage her. She is young, she seems sweet enough, and I turst all of you will make her feel welcome.
thank you.