Like a bird whose wings have been clipped No longer feeling that freedom That blissful endless energy that courses through its being The longing for that feeling of once was That fulfillment The answer so simple, right in plain view Forever sitting waiting and wishing for it’s wings to come back again. That stuck, hopeless,… Continue reading Natural
When does someone breaking your heart stop becoming an accident, and start becoming instinctive? As an act of carelessness. Taking something that was once treasured so, and dragging it behind all your unsettled dust.
When the emotions become too intense, too much to bare, you can't burry them any deeper. Pushing prodding and clawing its way out to reach surface. Something comes over you. The huffing and puffing and exhaustion ensue. Wells forming in the corners of your eyes, vision blurring. Struggling to catch a breath, with each inhale,… Continue reading Release.
Wishing I could say these words. But you don't want to talk, you don't want to listen. So I'll sit here, in the silence of the room, amongst the noises in my head, trying not to talk, trying not to fear what the formulas come up with. The same story, replayed over and over. A… Continue reading Words