When you feel like you're being devoured, Sometimes you're just being led to a better place, Yes, sometimes it's the belly of the whale Carrying you back home
Whenever I am sick at heart, a river of never ending thoughts flows inside me. A state of utter confusion besieges me. Tears are at the brink of falling. My heart at the verge of collapsing. Sense of complete helplessness surrounds me. This in when words come in for my rescue "Writing is real healer"