The Lonely Traveller...

My visions are dreams from the blind, deaf and dumb and that of a dying brain. My feelings are stiffening like I have been given a calming medication for living a chaotic lifestyle. For I need to turn over a new leaf, and live life my way. Cause I swear I am not making through these white/or black lies I am being told. I am getting buried in this mess, and for that I am going to need a change of scenery. You may not understand, you may not agree but I will not wait till I hit rock bottom to sort myself out. I am leaving with whatever little dignity and sanity I got left and leave all this behind; even if it is temporary. I am turning over a new leaf, my way.