every thing is mixed inside my head colors that i cant decipher yet. wishing i could cut the chains from my conscience, the part that keeps me at bay from the ongoing ocean. all of my thoughts drift out into the sea. still my conscience binds me.i refuse to allow them to keep there hold.
A stressful situation, these chains. When I couldn't break them I discovered I could just drag them along in the direction of my choosing. I still got where I wanted to go, it just took me longer than I expected.