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.
wow.
ReplyDeleteYOUR MY FIRST COMMENT?!
ReplyDeleteIf you know it or not you just made my day!..or life! :)
Although, I'm not too sure if that is good wow
or a bad wow ...
but still THANK YOU! <3
Its always a good wow.
ReplyDeleteGosh, I liked this piece so much. You really took my breath away. (thats a good thing :D)
REALLY?!?!? really? REALLY>?
ReplyDeleteOMG thanks!
i love your blog so much! it inspires me to do stuff like this!
ahh man :DDDD this just made my forever. haha uhh yes!
That was an amazing you took my words out of my mouth and all I could say was wow kind of wow :D
ReplyDeleteI am so happy to be your first comment haha
Maly Xx.