/ I was looking for a warning sign. / but the truth is...
a quiet like sanctuaries and midnight woods... a safe haven, yet at the same time so isolated, detached, confined. Literally and metaphorically.
We have more in common than she knows.
Shattered beauty..picking up the shards, wondering at each one. trying to put a puzzle together with the pieces all face down. Far from simple, lines woven so closely. So many lines gone unread; the ones that are, understood by few--misinterpreted by many...unnoticed by the rest. and scratching at the surface does no good. Frightening to think how common this must be. Unreal? Maybe. But one thing I can be sure is true: pain is far from a figment of the imagination.
Wrote another letter today. Maybe I'll send this one..
We have more in common than she knows.
Shattered beauty..picking up the shards, wondering at each one. trying to put a puzzle together with the pieces all face down. Far from simple, lines woven so closely. So many lines gone unread; the ones that are, understood by few--misinterpreted by many...unnoticed by the rest. and scratching at the surface does no good. Frightening to think how common this must be. Unreal? Maybe. But one thing I can be sure is true: pain is far from a figment of the imagination.
Wrote another letter today. Maybe I'll send this one..