nothing makes mroe sense than my own words at this moment...
I'm not a superhero. Things I am incapable of fixing have been broken. People I am incapable of erasing are disappearing. People I am incapable of catching have run away from my arms, my heart, my life. Promises I am incapable of forgetting are forgotten. My arms only reach so far and my heart never stops but at such a close distance I realize my hands no longer heal as they used to. I was never Jesus I was never an angel I was never a queen and my arms were stretched as far as they could reach. So here I am realizing slowly that everything is not always everything to someone else. And a heart wide open is never open enough to catch someone when they fall. Life is a sickness and I walk by everyone trying to medicate their own and see there is no room for an emptihanded passer-by. There are no open spaces and I shut the door to every warm bed I was offered because I believed I had something real and something permanent. My train left awhile ago but I stayed to see things through. Heal yourself and fix yourself and medicate yourself because I'll be in my own world forgetting what I can't forget and erasing what has already disappeared. My autobiography will never be read and our story won't be written with one heart. I have promises to fulfill but they all require companionship. My door is open and no passers-by stop to talk or see what art and beauty is hidden in cracks and corners of what was left behind. I'm an abandoned warehouse with nothing left to share. I've been emptied and I've been left and I will be forgotten until someone tears me down to build up the beauty they want to see. I don't wear a cape.