My honest feelings as of now vary. On one front I feel completely overwhelmed, captivated, encapsulated by life itself. But life has created a sense of vertigo, I am unsure which side is up, which side is down, because one moment I am on the top of the mountain, then the next I am one with the jagged rocks below. Torn to pieces, ripped apart by the waves that crash up against me. For I am not meant to go this journey alone, but alas this my deepest fear. I want more, for my greatest ambition is to give into someone else's life, to be a part of them, to feel a warm embrace to graze a gentle face... instead i feel the cold, icy frost that grazes my face with tears streaming down my face. But the wounds are far behind me, no tattoo to cover, no ink to erase the memory of what has happened.
I feel the pain tear at me with every lonely moment. Every passing second feeling THE ONE is out there and i am missing out. just wasting my time with being alone.