Not all is lost. But this void that I feel and hold seems uncontainable. As I constantly stare into the open sky, I feel incomplete. As if days are wasted away and the potiential I hold is diminishing. This excess of emotion spills onto and absorbed by meaningless and minute pleasures. This inconsistency of goals and accomplishments constantly outweighs one another. And as I continue to speculate, I believe that I am in search of a medium, and when I say medium I mean significant other, I stubbornly and adamantly hold myself back intentionally awaiting her to awaken the slumbering dragon. Because of this stupid and simplistic reasoning I leave myself waiting as I bleed internally from wounds that I assume she can either subside or heal. And trust me when I say, this is always a hot topic when I find myself driving home in any state of mind.
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