Want to read a good story?

Try this on for a moment

Journal your thoughts

Highlight the bad ones

We all know what our worst thoughts are better than anyone

Do you act on these thoughts or are they just cans on a shelf?

In my reckoning I wrote them down as they came

I don’t have cans or shelves

I’d read them aloud

Real loud

I’d pick one out

Let it drop like water balloon from a tower

Close that chapter

Wipe that slate

Turn that fucking cheek

Once that balloon hits

Sometimes that tower is higher than others

But

It will eventually will

Watch it all the way down

Pop

Make peace and then bombs away again with another thought

Make sure you watch them all the way down

Hear that pop

Don’t let that fucker bounce

Some healthy carnage left for the sun to mop up

Why? Because it heals

As does the sun

Symbolic

As each balloon drops your story gets better

As do your thoughts

You can control your thoughts if you try hard enough

Don’t let the tell you otherwise

Habits can be broken

With just a thought

Good ones

I didn’t have many of those

Until I climbed up that tower

Over and over

Each time I came down I’d write a new story

New thoughts

Positive ones

I didn’t force them they were waiting on me

Others started reading my stories

In my home

It’s true you know

When you’re miserable it’s contagious

When you’re happy it’s the same

I can’t count all the smiles I see

Not even my own

My story was a reckoning

It’s only starting

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