Journey

Past footprints-

Buried by pain,

Erased by tears,

Blown away by winds of change;

Seen by some,

Known by few,

Forgotten by all.

Gone.

No hope from the past,

No plan for the future.

The sands of time ahead

Are as harsh and empty

As those imprinted

By my forgotten footsteps.

My feet,

Bound in place by

Fear,

Are willing more to die

Than to take another

Painful step.

The world is blind

To my struggle,

But I cannot be hidden

from God.

He sees my path

He sees my future

And,

He sees my footsteps.

And,

Maybe,

That’s all that really matters.

I take another step.

#quotestoliveby

"In a world of words, anything is possible."

~Laura Wright LaRoche~

Ocean

I tire of being deep.

I drown in my own thoughts. I sink into my own lies. And I can barely tread the water of everything I've portrayed myself to be.

Do I drown you as well? Do I sweep you away into this vast expanse of who I am, at the expense of you never finding out who I am?

A Question

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days-like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling-despite knowing that it could all unravel around me.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

In your hesitation, I found my answer.

~Lang Leav~

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There is a Cliff.

"Jump," is spoken.

"Fall," is whispered.

"You'll be caught before you hit the bottom," is confidently reassured.

"...Or, you'll be taught to fly," is laid before me, a promise.

A promise made ethereal by years of smoky false truths and a graveyard scattered with pieces of my broken heart.

I cannot jump. I cannot fall. I will not be caught. And I most truthfully will never unfold my bruised wings and learn to fly.

This is the mantra I repeat as my toes dare to skirt the edge of the forbidden abyss.

What will dare them further? Who? Will it be you to catch me as I leap this final time?

I stare into the darkness at the bottom of the bottomless drop. I've spent too much time there.

But I will leap again, one last time. I leap to find my wings in the crevices of the rocks that bruise and break me.

Or my heart will die trying.

It's 1:14, and I'm craving.

Not for social life; I spent most of my evening at a bowling alley with a group of friends, where I had an awesome time. And bowled terribly.
Not for food, either; I spent the rest of my evening and the beginning of my morning at Denny's with another group of friends, where I had an awesome time. And ate pancakes.

I'm craving love.

More on this subject: To be continued...

An incognito blog.

I already have a blog (go read it. breakingmychains.weebly.com . seriously.). But I needed something different; something secret; somewhere that I could be completely free.

I am searching for infinity. I am on a journey to discover who I am supposed to become. And then become that person.

You may choose to follow me on my journey. Or you may not. Either way, here it is.

My own corner of infinity.