Three for two. One for free. Childish deception. Thinking My handwriting Lined lies. Drinking spirits in my sleep,tired of waiting… My Lies outlined. Written in my hands. Waiting to be tired, eating sleep through troubled spirits. Feeling Deceived a child. Two for three. Free for one.
Trust falls Letting go Hoping Praying To be held Continue reading “falling free”
Thrust out of obscurity, into plane sight. From the sweet darkness, into the sour limelight. Curiosity won’t leave me be…Pushing me further away from the comfort zone I was prone to hide in. Anxiety levels rising, self esteem drips slowly away. Still I stay, put on my friendly face, forever fretful about what they mightContinue reading “Introvert “