I miss him
I love him
I /trust/ him, poor me
I Know him
I feel him
I.. I dont know...I think about him. All the time.
And you'd think...
That i'd be over it by now.
I never...
What is it?
I think i'm in...something
In trouble.
And i thought, after a while
That it wasnt love.
It must be...right?
God...I dont know. I"m so confused.
My feelings are jumbled.
I think if i dont see him soon,
I'll go under.
Again.
I dont know...
Probably not.
And at least i'm honest...
But...
Call me by name
Call me.
Feathers....
I found one the other day.
The first in a long while
And it made me smile.
And i put it with the others.
And it felt special.
More so than the rest.
Because i didnt even...mean to find it
Not that i meant the other ones, but...
I dont know.
Someone talk to me about all this.
I think i need....
Well, i need again.
I want again.
And i think i like it.
More and more.
And i deffinately want him.
*whimpers* Rachel, help me. Please, help me. I dont wanna be a whore...please
Enough feathers to make myself a pair of wings...and every time i see one, i'm reminded that i am loved. And it makes me want to cry. So badly. But i cant. I never can. I'm heading towards a break down. I cry at every little thing, but only a few tears. I'm heading towards a break down. I cant really cry. Its bad...everythi
I found a place
I stood above
I learned of peace
I learned of love
I found triumph
In my hand
I reached out
To understand
I could almost touch it
And I almost believed
I was almost there
Love, truly, was almost conceived
But it was shattered
By the dawn
By the dew
And sun-sparkled lawn
And my memories
They all seem
So unreal
So like a dream
The night was blessed
Yet cursed as well
A mix of heaven
Earth, and hell.
It feel so weird, but...i'm...ha
When you write what the world feels, you speak to the world. When you write what you feel, you speak to no one. When you write what those like you feel, you speak to a selective audience. For once, cant we just....speak for the sake of speech?