There's a presence of intimidation by the unspoken words of mine, no less the feelings behind them. These lips cannot interpret the chaos that lies within, and my mind cannot come to terms with the utter mess of my inner emotions when my surroundings ever so prevent myself from letting loose. This only allows fear itself to settle where most damage is done. It drips into my self-unconsciousness, stains my heart, and devours the confidence that was left. What once flourished with horror, has now diminished by beauty.
Someone will question myself whether that be I, or an acquaintance of mine but only a stranger to my soul. Yet, who am I to answer when I know little about my own being. I do not look to loneliness as a cure, but as a way of obtaining something that needs no cure. Only will deeper meanings be defined when not obvious. I urge for the carefree way of forgetting what has to be forgotten while forgotten by others, but cursed with no ability to forget.
Someone will question myself whether that be I, or an acquaintance of mine but only a stranger to my soul. Yet, who am I to answer when I know little about my own being. I do not look to loneliness as a cure, but as a way of obtaining something that needs no cure. Only will deeper meanings be defined when not obvious. I urge for the carefree way of forgetting what has to be forgotten while forgotten by others, but cursed with no ability to forget.
Elyse, all your posts are so beautiful. I always look forward to reading them every week. They're always so deep and well thought.
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ReplyDeleteElyse, I love your blog. You are so good at writing, and making something simple, so beautiful.
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