For the time being, I am ok.
On the verge of cresting waves. Oh, how the world falls apart.
It doesn't feel like I am really in this world sometimes, like I am disconnected somehow?
I long for the companionship of words. For the last seven years of my life, I have had only one dream.
I have never shared it. It is mine. It is something I want to accomplish alone.
I see this world around me, the events that happen, as obstacles and choices and chances.
I take experience every time. I want to see, to feel, to learn, to know.
I make steps in directions I do not know I want to take. I am learning the imprint of my decisions.
The lines of my skin grow deeper. Time wraps itself about me, sweeping me away.
When I close my eyes, what do I want?
It doesn't feel like I am really in this world sometimes, like I am disconnected somehow?
I long for the companionship of words. For the last seven years of my life, I have had only one dream.
I have never shared it. It is mine. It is something I want to accomplish alone.
I see this world around me, the events that happen, as obstacles and choices and chances.
I take experience every time. I want to see, to feel, to learn, to know.
I make steps in directions I do not know I want to take. I am learning the imprint of my decisions.
The lines of my skin grow deeper. Time wraps itself about me, sweeping me away.
When I close my eyes, what do I want?