Spare time feelings. Quick thoughts. Doodle on your hand and a painting in the sand.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
All i need is the air i breathe. . .
If only it were so easy. If only my eyes could see another who sees it just like me. Who listens to the song and feels the emotion as i do. Who listens with me, about me, for me. Who appreciates that i hear for them and what i hear is what i feel. If only it were so easy. . . I sit here and listen and and am simply overwhelmed. I want to awake with a being next to me who says they hear it too. That they can tune in and tune out the world. That they can listen and see my eyes, or understand when i say i listen and they are all that encompasses my mind. Im in an uncomfortable place. As only a few months prior i could listen and smile. And now... I listen and feel empty. For the one i think of wont listen and i fear that no one can fill that spot. . . Not even them, not anymore. I want my own mr tedder who has his own spin on life. Is that so hard to ask?
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