I walk away, into a storm that blacks out light. With each step I take, I think I'm losing all my fight. Walking to places I thought i never see. After all of this, I guess I'm still wondering who, someday, I'll be.
The rain that's coming down feels like its penetrating my soul. My mind is bused and my heart is feeling cold. The skin that wraps me in, is barely holding on. So when I fall apart - I fall apart for good.
My life is like a stick, attached to a string, sitting in a river that keeps pulling me. Tied to people, places, and things. With out them I'm not sure where I would be
Three
worlds, hearts, minds --- needing, longing, hoping, watching, learning, still loving
------- Always Holding ME ------ Keeping ME ------ Here -------
Something outside of me still trying to hold my hand. I flinch, I cringe, I cry.
Its better than I am.
The warmth is alien and love cuts me. It hurts and its my nature to back away.
Born into a place that teaches me to avoid the uncomfortable. To open myself up seems idiotic and impossible.
You want to know my thoughts but they are all tucked away. I want to access them but it feels safer - better off this way.
riddles - snippets - wonder
I wait patiently
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