Chronicles of Fly

Its 1h45 AM, I'm still awake, not by choice of course. I've been bed for an hour and the closest I've come to falling asleep is the title of the song I am now listening to, what wizardry is this? Music tends to calm the nerves, it usually helps but tonight it’s been as affective as Manchester United’s players. I've been downstairs twice (thought walking up and down the stairs would help), I'm not a sheep counter, I'll try anything once but counting sheep is stupid. I go to bed tired but after five minutes, my mind is more aware than ever. My brain refuses to shut down, every single problem I have decides to go swimming in my mind just as I go to bed. Sometimes I wish problems could be intimidated with threats of a good ass whopping like little children. Maybe I am losing it? Maybe I have finally lost my last three marbles. I am tired, stressed and worried and that's on a good day. What am I like on my worst day? Well, trust me when I say that you do

Forgiveness is for you, it is not for others, although it is one of the hardest things to do. The benefit is not for those who you forgive but it is for you. It is not easy, but slowly peace of mind and serenity returns to once where only anger and emotional pain used to reside. Those who are forgiven, face a similar dilemma; whether to continue as if nothing happened or to keep apologizing for their actions. Do not carry guilt.   If forgiveness is given, then accept it and cherish it as a chance to start over, to do better and never repeat the same mistake.

The woman I will always love, calls me a stranger. The woman I hurt, calls me an evil bastard. The woman I adore more than anything; is in love with a ghost. Life and its problems annoy me. Life and its problems are trying to get the better of me. Maybe it’s better if I sit down, let me rest my mind. Too much standing is bad for my blood pressure, let me sit down and rest my mind.