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a guide, an asset, a tool for survival.

a life line that goes both ways

a collection of journal entries, poetry and sketches

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The Noise

written by heather walker

The Noise gets unbearable

I want to close my eyes

Then bury my head in the sand

as I wait for the waves to go by

To bury me deeper and deeper in the sea

The wind blows just right

Until the only sounds I hear

Is the ocean talking to me

Crashing into me

Cleansing my mind, my heart, my soul

Making me believe in great things

beautiful things

making me feel peaceful within

But then the storm begins

waves get rougher

I feel trapped and scared

I can't breathe

But I can feel

Where is the calm of the sea?

I don't wanna feel the pain no more

the waves get harder to bare

the wind blows me into a awkward stare

where I can see

see the beautiful place

where the ocean is clear and blue

but i can't get there

i'm losing sight of it again

was it all just a dream

a figment of my imagination

maybe

i guess anything is possible.

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The blue room

written by heather walker

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Four walls, six sides all around

no windows, no light

someone painted the walls blue

i've put pictures on the wall

so that when I lie on the floor

i can imagine that I'm somewhere else

Sleep doesn't come easy

the egg crate isn't much of a bed

One could go crazy in a room like this

For someone like me

It could push one over the edge

of what though

there's no balcony

nowhere to fall

so the only way to go is up then

that's what they say

At least I have a place to sleep

Some food to eat

Heat that creeps in from the other rooms

I can make this a home

In my fantasy land at best

Slowly erasing the line between

my reality and everything else

Slowly lose my mind

to the concrete jungle

I once loved and admired

no it's cold and crowded

but I'm not taking myself out of it

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My choice to live through this phase

this necessary phase of my life

cause otherwise I wouldn't be here

I could cry about it

Lose faith if I wanted

Why bother?

It won't help the situation

It'll only make me depressed

Feeling sad and alone

wondering why

When it just is

I put myself here

No one to blame

Blame for what

Giving me a home?

That would be funny

Grateful to have a place to lie my head

But I'm gonna work my ass off

To get to a warm bed

Four walls, six sides all around

So I'm not in paradise anymore

It's all a part of the journey

I know I'm here cause I wanna be

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