| you stop dead in your tracks
i've called you out
like a salior to a Siren,
you're enchanted
i'm the meldoy you're missing
the breath that you've been gasping for
i'm your center of gravity
the phrase on the tip of your tonuge
my words are comfort
my touch is healing
my kiss is pleasure
come now, weary traveler
and i'll make you mine forever
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| life is beautiful.
God is good.
wow.
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| i hate this twisting in the pit of my stomach. worry. it plauges me daily.
am i doing the right thing with school? will i ever find him? will i always feel like i'm running around in circles?
the days are so easy. but its the nights i find difficult. its then that my head spins. it's then that i cant seem to get over it
stuck. i feel like i'm always waiting. for what? maybe ill never know.
contentment is what i need. to enjoy the here and now instead of wanting to rewind or fastforward.
my life is good. really it is. i guess i just think too much. it's summer. i think i'll just turn off my brain for a while.
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| i thought i had something valuable to say.
but i forgot.
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