Are the windows open yet?....
I wrote a letter to someone. do I really know them or anything about them? to send it would mean vunerability. why the need to defend and protect. life is about risks yes?...........so they all say
does this person exist or simply exist in my imagination? so many others exist to them.......to me as well. the lists of meaningless go on
cycles and circles again and again. I felt refreshed as I wrote today and yesterday. now I feel restrained and suffocated as so much always goes unspoken.
are things being left unsaid, or from their perspective is there nothing to say? oh the ways this could be interpretted. see through it
time still passes as we long for feelings to fade. I guess they usually do, so is this just the same?....
still the same?...
fight the fear
does this person exist or simply exist in my imagination? so many others exist to them.......to me as well. the lists of meaningless go on
cycles and circles again and again. I felt refreshed as I wrote today and yesterday. now I feel restrained and suffocated as so much always goes unspoken.
are things being left unsaid, or from their perspective is there nothing to say? oh the ways this could be interpretted. see through it
time still passes as we long for feelings to fade. I guess they usually do, so is this just the same?....
still the same?...
fight the fear