Are anchors meant to hold us up? Or do they exist in our sempiternal hearts where we try to convince the tide to return and wash us away? |
As you breathe again and walk another step, you wonder if this will be the edge of the world or the place where you harness your soul. |
When a song paints every emotion you ever wandered through and when his voice reaches a part of you that was derelict. |
It's dangerous, I know....but I have to try. Courage and commitment are defined (in this) |
Striving for something different than what my reflection shows me. |
I think I'm a safe house for mosquitoes.... I must be comforting to them because I can never seem to escape their presence! |
Most of all, remember you are |
The only control I have left is slipping away slowly... |
And even though I messed up today, it doesn't mean it's the end of my goal. |
We are poetry runners....continually chasing the intangible and weaving words we want to taste. So let me run to you until my words spiral and my legs fail me and we are |