when the glass breaks...
what will you do?
i left a house for a home and found sanity. a place where there is love and kindness. and i sleep in a room full of stories and yet it feels so empty.
i have a story to tell and for six years i've been sharing it here. a place free of judgments. a sanctuary for frazzled thoughts and heartache too draining.
i have let bad thoughts flow and love letters be free. words to have a place in space without finding.
but insanity follows me wherever i go. in my darkest days i felt the warmth of a hand who took the weight of my pain. i found relief. a chance to breathe.
3,000 miles away i can hear the heartbeat of a girl who gives me everything. a home. love. a fucking phone call to ask how i'm doing. and while there are those who have not even concerned themselves with my life i do not burden them with late calls about bad dreams. i do not ask for special attention or therapy.
and somehow i am why they're outraged.
the most disgusting feeling: i'm tired of trying.
huh. i am. really tired of trying. i give in. the people i want will always be there on there own. i don't have to try with them. it's as simple as that. and if you want to share anything why don't you share that?!
i left a house for a home and found sanity. a place where there is love and kindness. and i sleep in a room full of stories and yet it feels so empty.
i have a story to tell and for six years i've been sharing it here. a place free of judgments. a sanctuary for frazzled thoughts and heartache too draining.
i have let bad thoughts flow and love letters be free. words to have a place in space without finding.
but insanity follows me wherever i go. in my darkest days i felt the warmth of a hand who took the weight of my pain. i found relief. a chance to breathe.
3,000 miles away i can hear the heartbeat of a girl who gives me everything. a home. love. a fucking phone call to ask how i'm doing. and while there are those who have not even concerned themselves with my life i do not burden them with late calls about bad dreams. i do not ask for special attention or therapy.
and somehow i am why they're outraged.
the most disgusting feeling: i'm tired of trying.
huh. i am. really tired of trying. i give in. the people i want will always be there on there own. i don't have to try with them. it's as simple as that. and if you want to share anything why don't you share that?!