Solitude can be a beautiful thing. Some of the best fruitions come from solitary meditation. Just remember that solitude may not seem so attractive in 3 months or 3 years. Possibly it is easier; especially after the soul has finally recovered from a razor cut so deep that years were needed to heal. Only a fool would return to a source of pain.
Are you waiting for someone to wake up the long dormant feeling of complete and utter devotion? Do you paint your face when you leave with someone, hiding behind a guise? Am I it or could you get more? Eyes always diverting, looking for someone better, not content to work at a relationship or develop what love could be. When will I be content? When will you love again?
Hello. Are you the one who will take my place? You don’t cry. You don’t laugh. You don’t feel. You are the lie living for me so I can hide. Too bitter. Too cold. Too real. Don’t say I’m out of touch, I’ve already built my own escape. I never would have picked you for what you have become.
If you have to leave, I wish you would just leave. But tell me before you leave, tell me before you’re gone, how do you expect me to live up to all you’ve left behind?
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