Restless and Reserved
I need to nap.
Sleep is hard to accomplish for a mind that won't stop jabbering.
Two voices I've heard recently. Someone old, someone new.
New Voice: "Yea it took me a while to try and figure you out."
Old Voice: "A wise homeless man once told me, "when someone says 'I know you,' they're really saying 'I love you'"
New voice has barely scraped beyond my calluses yet. Not sure if it wants to go any deeper. Not sure if I want it to go any deeper. Too shallow, too callow, too early to tell.
Old voice has sadly reminded me of that shadow that's been chasing me into various nearly faceless pairs of arms lately...
I wonder if Peter Pan ever felt lonely. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he was too lost...
And maybe I'm not lost enough
Sleep is hard to accomplish for a mind that won't stop jabbering.
Two voices I've heard recently. Someone old, someone new.
New Voice: "Yea it took me a while to try and figure you out."
Old Voice: "A wise homeless man once told me, "when someone says 'I know you,' they're really saying 'I love you'"
New voice has barely scraped beyond my calluses yet. Not sure if it wants to go any deeper. Not sure if I want it to go any deeper. Too shallow, too callow, too early to tell.
Old voice has sadly reminded me of that shadow that's been chasing me into various nearly faceless pairs of arms lately...
I wonder if Peter Pan ever felt lonely. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he was too lost...
And maybe I'm not lost enough