Lost in my mind.

Life is like a wandering stream and it makes you wonder “how did I get here?” Did I wake up from a deep sleep or did I wake up into a dream? The harder I try to keep still the more I wander off seeking out all the moments in my life that left me with unanswered questions. I woke up in the wrong place at the wrong time and failed to explain how I got here in the first place. With bags in my eyes I sleep walked as I dreamed a dream that I was sleepwalking. Wandering about trying to get an answer to a few questions of mine. If life is a day then I am just waking up to dawn and asking people what the hell just happened.....Whats going on here?

All the neighborhood women, the mothers of the town look at me so concerned about my mental health and trying to help me, trying to understand how I got here and why I did not remain sleeping in my bed and how I wandered off.

  Life is a stream: you do not know where its taking you until you get there! There is a reason why I woke up here before I woke up anywhere else. I have to pick up some lost pieces so that I can put it together later on when I wake up the next time. Still in a daze, embarrassed as ever to my condition; they say  perhaps I have smoked beyond what I can handle, I say I loved beyond what I could comprehend and now I call out HER name

…., wake up, wake up and lets talk! Lets discuss this s**t! This life s**t,  because I am not mad enough to talk to myself out there on the veranda whilst you sleep so wake up old friend & talk to me.

It will take a lot more than eternity for me to forget exactly where I know you can be found and I know you are in there and that’s why I wandered off to find you so that we can talk. Its  been days and I haven’t been myself, I don’t dress right and I cant eat right and when I sleep... I walk, I wander off!

Yet somehow I am crossing the boundaries of life, the barbed wire that separates us from the other side is all broken and the fence is shattered and m***********s like me can see what is across. There is something there and if I had half the balls I would run down there so fast I would become an instant legend....But….all I do is gaze at the beauty of newness, a land lit up by the early morning star.