concrete walls Sometimes pushing you away is so much easier Securing my walls with concrete and metal. Theres a tragic beauty in building the impossible but also a menacing aching in being locked in. I don't believe in relaxing. I've been fighting and pushing for far too long. I don't even know what clarity is anymore. i missed the lesson on being depentdent on anyone. Maybe one day your love will be music to my ears Your hope the window in my empty room. Someday your generosity i will accept. Maybe I'll learn people don't always have alterior motives. I bleed with need but cringe at the though of needing. My eyes glisten with envy as I see what could possibly be. Then I soak in the reality of who I am What I've become inside, who I have lost with my walls I'll just keep running, hiding.
Heroless Endeavor.. mindless ramblings of nothing at all