Hinging
Read Count : 66
Category : Blogs
Sub Category : Motivation
This time, it's gotta be different.
I'm choosing me for the first time since I sent myself down a path that left me spent.
Not believing, not seeing, not trying.
Let it all bleed with my writing.
I'm left alone every time I try to get close. I kept tying an invisible noose no one seemed to notice. I lost to hesitance and impatience, shits been relentless.
I'm in a hurry, I never really wanted to be but my sight gets blurry and I worry so much that my heavy sticks to me and weighs on my shoulders like its my own personal reality of gravity.
I've forgotten moments that matter. Turned into glass, thus went the shatter. My hearts on the platter, now sharp pains pierce like butter through my body forcing me to scatter.
