I am not hiding, I am not waiting, I am perfecting my craft and finding my way back to loving this world again. Some betrayals leave even the best of us apprehensive but always forgiving.
And if there is missing being done in my own little world, its hearing you talk to me again. For now I am content just figuring out who I need to be for me. No one else.
I will dissolve into nothing. The weight of being whatever I am is much worse than I can face.
Sitting alone, with myself for company, dreams vanish into the mist of the night, the darkness swamps me making the hiding easier to bare, here no one can see me, so unaware they are ignoring me. Isolation wraps round me like a comfort blanket, and I can’t sense the numbness of my mind.
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