Jan 19, 2015
Chance
Anxiety painted pretty pictures on the walls today. I made sure to ignore them. If I could count the number of mistakes I've made Maybe then I'd realize what i have lost The shattered glass reminded me to cry, but I no longer have the strength. Lost are the empathetic souls of Ki and gone are the simple mornings of peace. Solitude isnt emptiness at the end of the hall I can see that there is a new beginning Hiding behind the nameless and the faceless Lying dormant in a need to escape Like the first rose that blossoms A new season begins Another chance at life Another chance to be seen.
