memories return, some hurts, hang ups and loses remembered. Over eating no control no trust or respect. a constant struggle for my place in this messed up crazy awful lonely wonderful beautiful special world. sometimes it’s all just too much glitter and it’s not all gold.  when you see the pain in others it changes everything for you. oh how I want to go home. turning bound to my lord. the deeper you feel the pain the more joy you can contain. it all come back to you now. in this moment you can create stretch that heart muscle again .