Slow and fast. The motion of self and parts, move both slow and fast. Fast to judge, to act out trauma, to give woe or happiness - The parts.. Fast to attempt to regulate, to stop speculation, to bring clarity - The self.. Fast and Slow.

The colours around me, the sky above me - Was it always this bright and vibrant? - The road was dark, the road was twisted, filled with pain.. How can so much colour and life reside in something dark, twisted, and painful? I pause, I recalibrate..

Writings and ramblings of a recovering addict. Lessons learnt, lessons which are being learnt and the way back to firm ground. "Light in the darkness, which aims to shine so everyone can find their way home again.