Fade You.Looking east as the night's sky wains,Fade You.
the dawn light reveils misty vains. Crystal clouds of ice, fresh and true, unlike pained thoughts of you.
My back turned to where you are, whereever I go, its never too far. I feel you there, haunting me. I long for a time when my heart is free.
Under the surface of the sea below, a hidden feeling so painful flows. It swells and falls, with every thought, supressed or agitated, always distraught.
I raise my hand to strike you're presence, for a moment as the sting falls you're absent. My h
CycleI'm heading out the doorCycle
I'm to the car, and on my way. The cold has laid its mark on the windscreen,
another deceptive day.
At first full of hope excitement brimming its doesn't take long before its only simmering
My chest is clenched,
from my throat to my heart feels so sharp but grey I shake my head, and the car starts.
I arrived and I breathed the coffees gone I shouldn't have had that anxiety, within it I'm wreathed
What I've been waiting for comes and goes a few times through each a different door. &
You're the Why.The problem is the waiting. Anytime that I'm not there is a time when it is the only place I want to be. I know why too. I'm treading carefully, and thinking way too damn much. My own thoughts are the saboteur. Second guessing is always a downfall, triple guessing is close to damn suicide. Impulse is the key. A step needs to taken, even if I find no ground on which to place my sole. Who knows whats at the bottem of the valley- sliding into it is the only way to find out. I hope you're there with me at the end of it. You're the reason. You're the Why.You're the Why.
The problem is the waiting. Anytime that I'm not there is a time w
Miss you.I look down along the ridge, at the coast gnawing at stoney teeth. The sharp wind whipping the grass about my legs, letting no warmth grow under my coat. Pulling up my hood, I rest on the cliff edge in the long trashing blades, alone. The chill was my own, the wind was my own, the surging coast and cliff were my own. Well, I had hoped.Miss you.
The glow of the sun through the clouds was setting to my right. The moon was chasing its tail, preparing the sky for darkness... for the night. I continue to lay down, allowing the grass to shield me. Nothing above me but swirling grey clouds fighting each other and the wind.
I close m
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