The flame is dying. I'm sitting here, it's morning, still dark. I am afraid. Shamefully hopeless. I don't like feeling completely alone. I feel like faith has left me too. I am anti-social, yet I can't stand solitude. I've lost the ability to humble myself and I think that scares me most. How can I coast through this shit? Yet on the other hand I've got that wish, I wish for the pain and the suffering. "Fear has blessed me." (Wah!) I am here for the journey, to feel pain and joy, to understand negativity so that I can truly appreciate the positive in life. So hear me out, I feel fear; my heart is pounding, eyes wired wide, hypersensitive audio. Where are you Romance?
I'm feeling confused, my head and heart are tugging in different directions. I can not find conviction. I'm feeling afflicted. Deep breaths will get me by, and I sense that patience is a virtue. I know I can go through this, steps and breaths. Walk on by.
I'm feeling confused, my head and heart are tugging in different directions. I can not find conviction. I'm feeling afflicted. Deep breaths will get me by, and I sense that patience is a virtue. I know I can go through this, steps and breaths. Walk on by.
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