Catch Me
I used to feel terribly lonely.
Virtually all my thoughts were focused upon the idea of finding someone. A perfect someone, that cared, and who needed me to care. Nothing else was important. Once I found her, everything else would fall into place, and there would be nothing to stop me from finally feeling happy.
I found no one of course. Or, to put it another way, no one found me.
In the past I've been known to say that nothing ever changes. I suppose in a broad, vague sense, that's correct, but obviously there are some things that do change. Internally as well as externally.
So how long do I have? I'm running free right now; no medicinal chains holding me back. But how long until I slip and fall? How long before I wish there were chains there to catch me?
I don't feel lonely anymore, but I still hope for a day when a soft hand waits, ready to catch me. Just in case.
I'm tired of chains. I don't want to go back.
Virtually all my thoughts were focused upon the idea of finding someone. A perfect someone, that cared, and who needed me to care. Nothing else was important. Once I found her, everything else would fall into place, and there would be nothing to stop me from finally feeling happy.
I found no one of course. Or, to put it another way, no one found me.
In the past I've been known to say that nothing ever changes. I suppose in a broad, vague sense, that's correct, but obviously there are some things that do change. Internally as well as externally.
So how long do I have? I'm running free right now; no medicinal chains holding me back. But how long until I slip and fall? How long before I wish there were chains there to catch me?
I don't feel lonely anymore, but I still hope for a day when a soft hand waits, ready to catch me. Just in case.
I'm tired of chains. I don't want to go back.