Seizing from sleep,
No more rest.
Shaking mind.

Nightmares grip,
Chains the one it holds.
Ripping every shred of faith,
In having sleep.

Please make it end...
Help me...

My god help me!

Is it wrong that I interrupted her? My own mother.
She was telling me science,
what we consider the truth...
But I am already too fragile when it comes to that.
Without the magic
I ceaselessly pretend to see in the world it is nothing
pointless, really.
I made a decision, mom,
one a long time ago
when I had to be there for myself
when The Truth in my heart
was different from the truth in everyone else's head
I chose my heart,

I chose a life of mockery and being called a child, even by you.
I told you I didn't care if that was the truth, that I wanted it to be real so that makes is real enough to me

and you pulled over and made me sit in the back seat
Just because I didn't want the laws of your world to tear apart mine **again

Every person needs a fall back,
one thing, an Idea
that will never leave.
The root of your goodness
the reason for your living
Not a person, people are temporary
the fall back to make you permanent
So when they shut me out I am not hurt
I tell myself
Live the wiccan way, you don't need them
and it is okay again

There is really nothing
that can hold more promises
than a duffel bag.

All you see is clothing
but you keep glancing over at it,
waiting to find more

because it fills you
with hope of a better place.
Says "I am leaving,"

and you know that soon,
at least for a short while, that
travel holds you tight.