Where do I fit in…?
The chilliness of this wind outside is making me shiver with contempt, I’m so overwhelmed by all that’s going on inside of me, it’s hard to be at ease.
What’s the next step…?
What’s the next chapter going to sink me into…?
I wish sometimes I was an angel. The one that let allowance into this untruthful mind and warn me before I got too deep. I know that the time we have is supposed to be this way, the way which tumbles and turns and we just have to go through with it. I know and I understand that life is placed before us in this way; it’s the understanding of each consequence that I cannot even begin to fathom.
Can anyone answer their mind truthfully and with purpose?
Can anyone see the doubt and ignore its nagging voice?
Can anyone feel the existence of love even though its volume doesn’t exist?
