Like balloons we float with string tails following our lead... Careless and free. But if my air is expelled and I begin to sink... Can I count on you to follow me?
Fragments of myself have been hovering, Suspended above me in my own abyss of isolation. And all this time I've been trying so hard to grab ahold of them, Repeatedly reaching out in acts of desperation. But every time I grasped to catch them... My own touch had just pushed them farther away.
Pitch black and quarter to twelve, we walked on the beach barefoot on shells. Stars guided our path to low tide, the oncoming waves slowing our strides. My blonde hair had been tangled in the breeze... But we still stood to take in all we couldn't see.
When you're staring across the room what do you see? Is it really only her... Or are you just imagining me?
These pagesI write aremore than whatyou see... Because I am a keeper of my dreams, and a hoarder of my memories.
I lay here tonightin another insomniac dream. Thinking about another time where it's just you and only me.
You filled me uplike a lead balloon, but I couldn't floatwhen I was full of you. I would risebut then I'd fall,because to you I was nothing at all.It just wasn't fairI wanted to fly,to touch the air and to kiss the sky. So I begged youuntil I cried, and you screamedbut finally sighed. You … Continue reading Lead Balloon
I miss feeling naive.I miss feeling innocent.I miss feeling unbroken.I want to be put back together,like pieces in a puzzle.But I can't.However...I can become who I always wantedand imagined myself to be. An even better me.
I am alwayslooking for the broken ones... The ones who are like me. But who am Ito fix theirproblems...When my ownI try to flee.
I saw you before you ever saw me... And it took you years to finally see... But now it's my fault I'm not where you want me to be... Living my own lifebeautifully free.