Sunday, May 26, 2013
Falling in ellipses
Tired.
I am always tired. It doesn't even make sense. But sometimes I want to have someone who is able to tell when I need them and is always, always there. Wishful thinking, I know, but it doesn't stop me from hoping.
I really just want someone who doesn't mind calling me at the same time every night, just so we can share stories about our days and who I can listen to speak. Physically speak, because there is something comforting about hearing someone's voice, even if you can't see their face.
...there are some things I must learn to let go of, and this starts now.
I don't care.
I want to continue writing, and spend the rest of my life writing. But I don't want to see an end. And that's what keeps me from going on, I think. These are things I have to get over. Life goes on. Maybe, just maybe, the story won't end. Maybe the stories will never need to end.
Vast
Dead grasses litter the barren field,
Brown against brown.
Behind them lies a landscape long lost,
Walls once white.
Hallways once tall.
Who pities the lost man?
It is but the guide who finds the route.
It is but the walker who travels the route.
Posted at 7:41 PM
