"One Step To Slip"
It's one step to slip off the edge to trip,
And roll tumbling over everything standing in the way,
That's bled dry and decayed.
All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground,
In banners or bandages.
All and all we walk or crawl,
Dressed up right or naked and plain,
In banners or bandages.
I'll call up fears to meet
and spit them out, down in front of me,
then bury them to this beat.
And take everything with a grain of salt
to let all rubbish rot without a thought.
All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground.
In banners and bandages.
All in all we walk or crawl.
Dressed up right or naked and plain,
In banners or bandages.
One step started every single evolution.
Then sent them spinning,
off in constant revolutions.
It's one step to slip
off the edge to go tumbling.
And I'm all for the fall.
All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground,
In banners and bandages.
All on all we walk or crawl,
Dressed up right or naked and pain,
In banners or bandages.
That song is a good marker of where I am at mentally and emotionally. I started the first step to recovery yesterday, after 8 months of repressing my experiences in Iraq I was forced to deal with them. I wish the methods and consequences of my recovery were different, in the long run I guess one reason is as good as another. It's going to be long process and it will be messy, I urge those close to me to bear with. I promise it will be worth it
It's one step to slip off the edge to trip,
And roll tumbling over everything standing in the way,
That's bled dry and decayed.
All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground,
In banners or bandages.
All and all we walk or crawl,
Dressed up right or naked and plain,
In banners or bandages.
I'll call up fears to meet
and spit them out, down in front of me,
then bury them to this beat.
And take everything with a grain of salt
to let all rubbish rot without a thought.
All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground.
In banners and bandages.
All in all we walk or crawl.
Dressed up right or naked and plain,
In banners or bandages.
One step started every single evolution.
Then sent them spinning,
off in constant revolutions.
It's one step to slip
off the edge to go tumbling.
And I'm all for the fall.
All and all we walk or crawl.
Either way still covering ground,
In banners and bandages.
All on all we walk or crawl,
Dressed up right or naked and pain,
In banners or bandages.
That song is a good marker of where I am at mentally and emotionally. I started the first step to recovery yesterday, after 8 months of repressing my experiences in Iraq I was forced to deal with them. I wish the methods and consequences of my recovery were different, in the long run I guess one reason is as good as another. It's going to be long process and it will be messy, I urge those close to me to bear with. I promise it will be worth it
azrael_abyss:
i'm at work if you want to call here. 886-0408
azrael_abyss:
i guess i can understand you writing that to her, but at the same time if it had been through e-mail i think it would have been better. I just don't feel as though it should be something that should be talked about on here. I mean i could have talked about it on here no problem, but I haven't. and I'm still not. But if that's how you want to get it out I guess that's fine.