“I look at faces to hear voices coming out from a hollow soul within their empty selves
and find myself in a pool of misery so i can look at
faces and recognize the voices and it is a circle of
so many broken dreams, and torn faces and ugly reality
that in the end….
no one comes out wining.”
It is probably a phase. A nasty one though. But yes we all have been there…once or more than once. So it wouldn’t be a surprise to know that it is no trip through a candy land.
Heart is a fickle and complicated thing. And we all know that as well.
There are days and many of them i tell you, that i am all past loneliness..a stage that very few can get to…but everyone seems to know about perfectly, and that is the time when i know that it is okay i guess. Some have it worst.
After all i have an almost broken heart to live for…and by and many other things.
So there is me….and my almost broken heart…i keep it that way. I know if it gets beyond that i’d be in trouble. And i know i don’t like handling trouble.
Among other reasons i know i can’t afford one…fully broken heart right now. I just can’t.
Anddd..well lets just say…that i am much better than that. Much stronger.
So i keep it that way. I know some have it worst.
There is always me and my almost broken heart.