I sit down to write and my mind flash floods, making my thoughts and fingers stumble and preventing anything too coherent or well written from rendering itself here. I keep pushing myself to write something, anything, just TRY to get something out, dammit!
The Wild Horses are here… dragging me away in a drawn and quartered manner, tearing me to shreds for the past five years. I’m giving into them. I can’t exist with this pain anymore. I can’t accept the injustices, the lies, the twisted exaggerations… I can no longer. It’s as if I struggled through it all, all my life, simply to not exist anyway.
Those Wild Horses are here.