It's too easy to get caught up in all the noisy options of everyday life. After a while you need to travel to that mind island and tan yourself in the silence and gloomy darkness. But in the distance, while all the different parts of you sit around the campfire, you start to sing a song that wakes you up and speaks to that inner broken part of you that is not easily reached and reminds you that all kinds of life exists inside and outside of your scabs and scars.
I am and we are all kinds of broken, but it makes us who we are:
the poets,
the dreamers
and the simple man...
