feelin the pits recently stirred... lately it's been a task to find words... all that comes to terms is this solo act callin out to an empty room... as beautifully achin they may seem i don't know the direction of the next move... stuck is time tryin to figure out where home may be... as if it's in a set of arms or alone behind locked doors... is there any difference in the way scenes detour.?. i feel rapped of my memory here in the dark... tappin out my thoughts hidden on this site... i ache n no one knows i've been mind fucked for so fuckin long here in actin out life... n it ain't the pain from past times that kill my intent... it's the reason in which i cannot afford the comfort due to what needs to be done before my heart insists... somehow i wound up here flippin pages in my mind... tellin a story i don't wanna share bcuz we've all heard the boo whos time after time... yet the shit is real in which i cannot allow someone in... i gotta trust me first n that alone is not fair to any one of them... that is if i were to look up n see someone standin with the patience i need to get this into play... yes, i am goin to waste... but i had my choices n i hinestly do noy know who failed who... was it me that led me down the road to be fooled.?. or was it the trust i was told not to give to passion that evaded me.?. as it doesn't matter at this point n i could care less for i'm jus tryin to breathe... friends don't seem to add much to relations so i stay buried in this unrecognizable space... this is jus the way it is as of late...
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