I look in the mirror and see who I really am and quickly look away, I put the face that I wear at work on, the happy free falling face no one else ever really sees the real me, no one but Wade.
He's the love of my life, my other half and also my sturdy rock in this rapid river of life. Without him I would probably be ever more lost.
I look just for a moment in the mirror as the true me, I am unhappy not knowing where life may take me.
I feel like all I do is for others, a blessing and curse.
I'm driving down this road of life in the dark with no lights and I'm to afraid to get off the highway and onto a dirt road because I might not find my way back.
But its time for a turn, to change lanes and just go...I'm stuck just being unhappy, and always pretending that nothing hurts.
I need to let my hair down and not be afraid to scream at the top of my lungs when I'm hurt or mad.
I'm going somewhere. I don't know where and I don't know how, but I'm going somewhere now.
Either cliff or home either way its better then who I am now, so I drive on....
Going Somewhere.
