Oh the joy of being trapped in your own mind...
and then suddenly being freed. You literally sit there like a beaten dog, because you don't know what to do. You don't know whether to accept it. You don't know if you should step from your cage and run...
I feel like that.
I'm still going to Paris. I'm still going to look for him. Or what is left, whatever have you. Believe me, I know the soul no longer resides in the body upon death. I'm very aware of this, and exposed to it often. I had to close the lid on her after all.
But I do believe in ghosts. I do believe in reincarnation. I do believe in the power of ones own mind. I believe in it all. Why is it all so hard for me to swallow when it steps into my own world then? I find myself stumbling, and I'm confused, and unsure of ...what to believe in.
It's... so bewildering. I can believe it's true. But I can't seem to keep it down.
Swallow. Don't choke, Chelsey. Take it down. Take a sip of water. You'll be fine. You'll be loved by one and the same.
