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Let the Thoughts Go
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Me As I lie on this cold hard ground
I wrap my self in my blankets
And use my backpack as
My pillow
I hold it tight as the darkness
Surrounds me
The night sounds
Are all around me
I know it's foolish to sleep
In this park
But yet I can't go home
And would rather freeze
Than go home
I can't go home not yet
I know I'm foolish
But right now I need
To be
I don't care if im out here
On the cold wet ground
In my blankets
Using my back pack as a
Pillow
I would rather be out here
Than home
I need these thoughts of death
To leave my head before coming home
I need to be alone
On this cold wet ground
With only my blankets
And backpack for company
I need to do this
For me
You sound like 3/4 of the people I know.
Many of them live out there like that and don't go home.
Personally, I think about death all the time. I've gotten use to it. I don't think I am wishing to be dead so much these days. Rather enjoying most of this living stuff. But I still wonder if I am already dead and just hanging out in disbelief. Sometimes I have these visions that the angels are trying to help me get to the door. Or even that I'm at the door or in the door but still so attached to life that I can't see it.
Yup, I think I might be bat shit crazy. Especially when I hear the things that fall out of my own head. But that's my inner world experience.
Hope you find some peace in your thoughts. Let the rains cleanse you of your pains.
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