Tonight.. I released the old wound. I release the  old stories along with the wound. I release the why me question, enough that I know all is well for me. I release the wtf in their head? I have too many stories in my head myself, so no more other people stay in my head rent-free.

Tonight, the rain will wash the tired soul, the sound of the rain is a lullaby for my ears, I will dream a sweet dream. I no longer fight to be heard. No longer feel the need to prove anything about myself. I

We shall rise to a heavenly day tomorrow, and we decidedly are sleeping so deep and restorative on the cloud now.

Gnite,

Karin Sabrina