Sunday, January 19, 2014

What once was

I never talk much. I want to but I don't. I have closed up to others, to the outside world. Sure I talk to people with the use of a keyboard. But its not my voice. I am always afraid of saying something wrong and scaring the people that matter the most to me away. Actually that did happen. To someone I was once proud to call my sister. To another who I am still in love with even throughout everything that has happened between us. I've tried to talk to others but I find that no one really cares to listen.

I sit here alone remembering what i had at one point with hopes of restarting the fire that once was my life.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Leave it be or change it?
Build it up or tear it down?
Run away or face it?

If the truth has been forbidden, then we are breaking all the rules.