Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

It's been a long time in waiting, this little bit of changing. It's still raining on this inside, but I will not keep on folding. My heart, I'm no longer selling. Stalling, I won't be doing. Climbing, I've already started moving. It's been so hard choosing with direction I'll be going. I won't be slowing. Minds set to exploding, I just forgot to set the timing. What is feeling, something fleeting? I keep running and ghosting, for what what purposing? Barely able to control my own becoming. Something worth holding, I've never been finding. Every time I started running, they were never reaching, so I found myself stopping before anything had a beginning. Residual bleeding.