Hang On. . . hang on
I feel like I'm
falling off. . .
of the face of the earth, away from all I know.
It's cold and dark and empty. . .
there's just my thoughts.
There's this emotion,
my tether,
holding me from losing myself completely.
I'm a bit frightened of what might happen if it breaks.
Sometimes I'm quite sure I'm a self-destructive moron out to sabotage me in the worst way.
Other times I feel like I know a secret that keeps me safe.
I worry about my sanity. . .
I worry about my soul. . .
I worry most about my heart.
I think I appreciate that LJ is dead to most of my social circle. I'm beginning to suspect that there are those who think me a fool. They might be right, but I'm not even sure if I care.
Yay life.
falling off. . .
of the face of the earth, away from all I know.
It's cold and dark and empty. . .
there's just my thoughts.
There's this emotion,
my tether,
holding me from losing myself completely.
I'm a bit frightened of what might happen if it breaks.
Sometimes I'm quite sure I'm a self-destructive moron out to sabotage me in the worst way.
Other times I feel like I know a secret that keeps me safe.
I worry about my sanity. . .
I worry about my soul. . .
I worry most about my heart.
I think I appreciate that LJ is dead to most of my social circle. I'm beginning to suspect that there are those who think me a fool. They might be right, but I'm not even sure if I care.
Yay life.