Lost and dripping
wet and alone
the dense air inhales me
swallows me whole
My hairs ignite
yet i’m shivering cold
Eyes are heavy, clouded by tears
I close my eyes, I don’t ever want to open them
I see dark, I breath dark, I am dark
I am ……
Tired I am so very tired, I have been battling the urge to write. I know that sounds crazy, why hold back writing! But for me writing only seems to come when I am overcome with pain, sadness, feelings of being alone. I am not alone, I am not in pain but I feel sadness, why? I don’t exactly know but I am.
Will I be okay? Of course I will! I might feel sadness but I am a fighter, in fact I don’t think I know how to give up but I am sad so I will write…. Sorry but at 12pm I am not coming up with anything amazing but I am going to write, I am going to continue my story. Life has changed ….. Wow life has changed a lot and I will share my story, with who I don’t know but never the less I will share. I need to because I need to stop this sadness.