where is my mind?

As I picked my shit up and crammed it into a bag 2 sizes too small, and walked down a busy street, staring soley at my feet, cluthing pictures of past lover's at my side, I took a deep draw of my cigarette and felt the bitter-sweet taste of freedom... And as the smoke billowed from my nostrils and trailed away into the air I thought: 'This is the first day, of the rest of my life'.


Postal service in my ears and a heavy weight on my shoulders, but not on my conscience. In my mind and my heart- I am free... Free of doubts, free of fears, free of disapointments and guilt. I am free from myself, and free for myself.


Where Is my mind? Im not entirely sure, again. All i know is clubbing and drinks being offered to me round the clock makes my mind forget that its incredibly lost. Keeping busy, new job, new life... Choose life... But who would want to do a thing like that? I got one foot in the grave and im not stopping now...


Just keep swimming kid, yeah, just keep swimming... Hard days, 12 hours long... but good relief to come home too. Hat? I see a new thing unfolding before me, and I'm not entirely sure if I'll crash and burn or rise up to a new challenge, but hey, you only fail when you stop trying.

Things seem to be effortless, but I'm still tired all the time anyway. I think I'm just pushing my brain through a car wash, removing all of the negativety, the slouchyness and the bad vibes and thoughts and memories. They have helped me grow, helped me ascend to the mindset I have today... Those memories are the reason I survived up until this point. But I think it's time to build my future on new foundations... One's of proper support, one's of love and friendship and companionship...