#228: facing the ghosts that decide
Tuesday, June 28, 2011 at 9:29 PM
car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn't look back?
all those words came undone, and now i'm not the only one.
still i'm searching for something, out of breath, i am left hoping someday, i'll breathe again
my - all - time - favourite - yeshe's the air i would kill to breathe (found this? look closer)i'm left to decide how much hurt and light i let into my life when i know how much already exists
this is a bold step and hardly anyone understands. most of those that do never stay long, those that don't never planned to