face over white paper, gray, fleece hoodie, brown eyes. trying to decipher life from dream & the line is just so blurred.
what comes easy? thoughts, strung across tangents, small, white shells dangling. how can i piece them together? it's like sifting thru sand on the beach, searching for the grain that will somehow make everything better. you know that it probably doesn't exist & if it does, you know that you're probably not going to find it; but you keep looking all the same.
my heart called out to needle & thread for so long. she begged, pleaded. 'sew me back together! please?' only it was her eyes deceiving her all along, she was bent, never broken.
the pieces of me that i thought were gone, they are not gone, only different. spaces filled with hope, overcome by despair. love squeezed & bled from veins by hate, by hurt. but mourning winter can not last forever. spring rain will wash away the blood, heal wounds.
i just hope that when i am finally opened up, when the revelation of me takes place, i just hope, that i am not empty inside.