Yet, peace will come.

I sit here to overtake my fears. Maybe by chance grab them by the horns of the demon thats guiding them down that dark, demented path. I want to be able to look it straight in the eye, to control my thoughts, flashbacks of memories. Yet, peace will come. Why cant I just look down that dark path that seems to be running along next to me, down its grim ways? Just to be able to tell it no. Im writing to let go. Am I hanging on to these old Emotions, Feelings, Memories just to replay then constantly in my brain? No. Some days I'm fine. Somedays I don't even think about my past. Its those moments that sneak up, the smell of cologne, places, notes or messages that I found. Things that I hid in my evil ways, pop up just to say a creepy hello nowadays. Yet, peace will come.

Now with this being said. I strive for the best, I really do. Somedays (like these) I just need to vent. Let go of some thoughts that honestly stress me out. Yet, peace will come. My heart lies awake at night, calling the sun back into my dark room. I always need the hope of the morning. Im facing each day, every time with a burdened heart, yet I know peace will come, with the light of the morning. My memories hang like ghosts, up on my walls, carrying the weight of it all. Peace will come.

Peace it coming.

Peace is here.