Laying in a deep bath tub, Thoughts come to mind.

The water surrounding my face I stare blankly at the ceiling. My mind wounders about the room. My eyes glancing about as all I can hear is my own breath, the sound of my heart beating harshly aginst my chest. The water warm and causing my skin to slightly tingle and become redish. The steam is raising in to the coldness of the room, causing steam to riase around my eyes. I see it I can feel it. My mind still turning still wrapping around the day, about the people in my life, around words and phrases, around every moment that has happend. Then flashes to that of a dream. In my mind I can see everything, I can feel everything again. The days of yesterday not a dream, but reality to my minds eye. Every smell, touch and look hits me like that of rain. They all work togather wrapping around me like a heavy blanket and I can feel my heart beating faster and my breathing getting harder as is surrounds me more, almost suffacting to an extream like sence. I couldnt take it, the pain. It hurt so bad that even the warm water could nolonger touch me. I couldnt stand the thoughts anymore as I jumped from the bath. Water splashing everywhere. I grabbed the purple towl from the rack and quickly wrapped it about my wet nakied body. Trying to cover every inch as i sat on the edge of the toilet seat. My hands holding up the towl I try and catch my breath as if it could actually be caught, but it couldnt. I stand and lean towards the sink, looking at myself, studding my reflection, looking deep inside myself. I wonder could I over come the demonds of my past. For a moment I got so lost, so into looking in to my own green eyes I forgot where I was and time seemed to rewind. The images in the mirro trained. From house to house I have lived in. Every one diffrent but exacly the same. Soon the pain of my foot shot up my leg and to my mind and I looked down. In all the comotion of jumping from the bath tub and such I had forgotten it. I quickly sat back down on the toilet looking at my hurt foot and work crossed my mind. How curl they where to have scheduled me to work while still on crouches, how bad my foot hurt and how I couldnt even think of having to work from 2 to 11 that day. How big of cowerd I was that morning having my grandmother call in for me, the voice message from them, a second write up, to which would be 2 out of 3 strikes. I already have my two weeks written. The problem is will my foot hold out for thoughs two weeks. The next month will be so full of packing and getting ready to get out of eastern oregon and to the coast. Once more a move. I closed my eyes and took a breath. The breath was hard but I let it out slowly. Looking down I could tell my foot was swollon, the ankle and the top, It hurt to move my toes, it hurt to put any pressure upon it. I sat there a moment longer before calming myself. I wrapped the towle tighter about me and gave a heavy sigh. I stood and took a step. It hurt but I had to move on. Lots of things in life hurt, but you have to move on from that point. In everyones life there is pain, there is hurt and dissapointment, The things that seperate's the weak people from strong. That is if you can actually split people in to groups that harshly and maybe I am wrong for doing so, but in my life and the things I have seen and gone through I feel I have the right. I am a surviver and I would scream it to the world.