stop and stare.
is it safe to come out yet i wonder?
i always feel as if this space lies here forgotten while life moves along. but this was a different place and a different time. life moves along at a breakneck pace and everyday i feel as if i'm catching up for the next great moment. sunday turns to friday and what's done is no more than a trickle of papers flopping into the waste bin. there's kittens and puppies, ottomans and paint colors, new cars and clients, and space gets filled day in and day out.
i think of that one republic song "stop and stare, i think i'm moving but i go no where, you start to wonder why you're here not there." i'm taking up space and that about sums it up. it's waiting for that moment that might not come...yet i keep trudging along...
i'm loved and i'm blessed, yet it's always about wanting just a little bit more, that last bite, the one little morsel hoping that it's enough..when will i stop questioning "is it enough?"
i always feel as if this space lies here forgotten while life moves along. but this was a different place and a different time. life moves along at a breakneck pace and everyday i feel as if i'm catching up for the next great moment. sunday turns to friday and what's done is no more than a trickle of papers flopping into the waste bin. there's kittens and puppies, ottomans and paint colors, new cars and clients, and space gets filled day in and day out.
i think of that one republic song "stop and stare, i think i'm moving but i go no where, you start to wonder why you're here not there." i'm taking up space and that about sums it up. it's waiting for that moment that might not come...yet i keep trudging along...
i'm loved and i'm blessed, yet it's always about wanting just a little bit more, that last bite, the one little morsel hoping that it's enough..when will i stop questioning "is it enough?"