I am lonely
understood by no one
sometimes lost
feel at ease
pretense so much a part of me
I don't know what's real anymore
too much pressure
leaves me tired
weak
confused
I am a somnambulate
day is night is day
and back again
and again
when will I wake—
from this nightmare
understood by no one
sometimes lost
feel at ease
pretense so much a part of me
I don't know what's real anymore
too much pressure
leaves me tired
weak
confused
I am a somnambulate
day is night is day
and back again
and again
when will I wake—
from this nightmare
You'll wake when you get off wheat and grain.
ReplyDeleteYou sound like me before I went Primal.
You could look around marksdailyapple.com and read the before and after stories if you have time one day.
I haven't submitted my story yet but it'd sound a bit like this poem, except I woke up and the dark, heavy, crippling mental weight has disappeared for good. There is darkness at night but it's external, not in me anymore. It doesn't suck me down and spin me out, it's at arms length and doesn't hurt, easy to push away. I feel reconnected to good light, easy happiness, sensible thought. I would never go back to grains and what they did to my body and mind, not for any money. (I suppose if my life absolutely 100% depended on it.)
Anyhoo.
Thanks for the details about the Enchanted Maze btw. You sold me... : )