Double pad locked

I'm behind the iron door again. Rolling hills and peaks of hardship, sickness and insecurity. There has to be a way out..... There has to be a way to free this heart that rages against the constraints I've bound it with. How loathsome that I've beat my self into submission all these years.. But the price was paid and it was dear indeed.

So I lie and listen to the rich melodies that emanate from the needle that meets my vinyl ... I will float on the notes tonight. I will float and think and wonder how and why and what now...