Searching for what I thought I already had….
How did I get to this place? So desperate so alone? Pride is a luxury that I can no longer afford..
Why? That’s all that circles through my head; creating a storm of emotions, surpressed trying to break there way through.
But where do I put them? I used to be able to run and give them to you. You were good. You would hide them far, far away. So far that glaring into your eyes felt like being in a different place. The emotions, the worries -they were all empty and I was empowered.
You gave me freedom.
Yet here I am. Stuck. Forced to stare at the visage of “us” I so desperately wished was real…