| | "Two weeks away and it feels like the whole world should've changed but I'm home now and things still look the same. I think I'll leave it til tomorrow to unpack try to forget for one more night that I'm back in my flat on the road where the cars never stop going through the night... To real life where I can't watch the sunset... I don't have time... I don't have time... I've still got sand in my shoes..."
No inspiration. Writer's block. But somehow, I feel like I need to be here. I need to write - to clear my head. These thoughts float around in my mind, a never ending circle of the same stuff. If I could, I would run away back to that place far from here. Suffocating, defined by him and what he did to me. Defined forever by that one relationship.
"I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been tryina be lately."
Detached. Part of me doesn't really acknowledge the fact that I'm home. My body aches, a foul taste in my mouth, and my head is begging to be let down, but I... I guess I want to say something but I don't know how to say it.
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| | Posted 7/1/2009 1:49 AM - 2 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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