27 3 / 2011
I awoke only to find my lungs empty,
and through the night so it seems i’m done breathing,
and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
and i’m breaking down,
I think i’m breaking down.
-Dallas Green/City and Colour
I start my first entry with the first verse of this moving song. It speaks to me not just from melodic charisma but from every word describing a moment of where I’ve been and what is yet to come. How to make sense of it and how am I to live in this life that I’m living. Mine is a story with many facets to which others relate and I’ve related to - this journal/blog is to document and act as my support, confidant while I’m striving to commit to positive change.