she was alone when you came to her. just skin and bone, dead dreams shorn off with her hair. still mourning butterflies crushed under sudden snow. where will you take her? she doesn't know what she is telling you.
stopped ever feeling like her time has come. stopped ever doing what she needed to get done. these vines take root and never let her go, and again she doesn't feel worthy of it.
dialogue screams behind placid eyes. a stream of doubts churning, crippling any chance of realizing anything too far beyond all she knows too well. this is who i'm made to be.
how do they feel good enough? how do they feel strong enough? we used to be bold but then we learned too much. put the pieces back in place. put a smile back on your face. carry only what you need to get you through. make it seem easy.
sometimes the world seems wide open. endless possibilities, life in constant motion. then the walls close in. so much never really changes. and sometimes i think i'm right, sometimes i think i'm wrong. that's all.
released November 10, 2015
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