There you stood on the edge of your feather, Expecting to flyWhile I laughed, I wondered whetherI could wave goodbye.Knowin' that you'd goneBy the summer . It was healing. We had said goodbye
I have nothing. Nothing that could describe exactly what goes in my mind, as if anyone would want to know anyway. I lay in bed last night, at 3AM, snuggled up tight in my 4 comforters, two sets of sheets, and five pillows. I lay in the dark-warmness, and listened to the silence. I lay thinking about things that can never be changed. The scenes lie unblemished and untouched in the dark place of my being; a place of perpetual mourning.
"One day, I'm going to fix everything" I tell myself.
"I will have such a life, that everything I've ever experienced will be balanced out".
But, of course, that's silly.
I just wish people would do for me, what I am more than willing to do for them.
So I gently surrender to these things . I surrender them by heart, by spirit,and by a reassuring peace that asked me to trust in a reason I could never explain.
