I'm afraid of "too quiet" of a darkness because I feel the quietness whisper my name and I see "faces" appear. I'm afraid of being alone, I don't mean not having others around me but I mean in love. I rush into things too fast and I am impulsive for the most part when it comes to love. I'm afraid to realize that maybe I am nothing, but I stay hoping dreaming that one day I can be something. I'm afraid of being too hopeful because I get let down so easily. I'm afraid to cry too often because I don't want to run out of tears. I don't have much faith in humanity. I am not truly happy with all that is my life. I am stubborn and selfish, but I have a kind heart, I promise. I am intelligent, but I don't think I have all of the answers. I like to drink, often, but I'm not an alcoholic. I like to daydream because dreams are better, and much more controllable than my chaotic reality.
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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