I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am
Silence lifted last night. Still not sure if it's a good thing. I know if silence descends again, it won't lift, for any reason.
Or so I tell myself...
Is my heart too tender to hold the line? Am I too gullible to keep from getting sucked back in? Was it unintentional? I thought it was my choice...was it? Confusion doesn't help me, but it seems to be all I have.
So...I guess I wait and see. Wait for the next wave to come in, and see if it sweeps me far from shore, or back to land. We'll...see.
Tags
art,
confusion,
loss,
relationships
There is no train. That's why it's real. In RL, I put words together with other words and fabric together with other fabrics, and sew everything together. Married in two worlds, mostly happy in two worlds, shrine maiden of Belopa in my off time (watch, uh, this for, uh...explanation??). Sarcasm is more than a hobby, it's closer to a lifelong avocation.
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