PICTURE # 1
I don't know where I'll be in 5 years or even in a week
I don't know if I'm just space; if I'm just as good as the words that die when parted from my lips.
am I nothing?
most days i feel lost and it really does scare me to think,"who am I?"
I don't know half the time how I'm even living
am I living in the moment?
I feel my life slipping behind these footsteps.
But I'm tired, I'm tired of running
From the mirror. From the future. From the past. From right now.
I don't want to be a slipping image.....
I want this moment to last;I want to stop.
But sometimes I just can't help it ...
when my sneakers hit the pavement, and my hair flies in the wind.
I feel the need to search for myself. Constantly. Like a drug I try to be something I'm not.
All cause i miss that little girl who really knew what she was looking for in life, who really knew who she was. I miss the magic.I miss the has been of me.
but addictive, I run and run ...when really if I'd just stop and breathe I'd realize......
the sooner I stop running the sooner myself, ME
will catch up.. cause that little girl I left in my footsteps is running too ....hopefully searching for me.