Confession...

It's personal but it's the truth. Coming to a cross roads of not knowing what to do. Life in a hand held safe. Needing to be freed to taste a new name. From the past through the pain the heart has done its time. But where is one to turn in the middle of life? Spinning thoughts rotate Werth days getting away from hope. It seems luv midst wants to find a home. On the quieter side of whispers i simply don't know howto open up. Yet i can feel something stirring in depths fighting the hush. Lost within beneath the shallows of living skin deep n never felt. I'm unwinding to the loosening up n reflecting on self. In constant wonder of a rhythm that contributes to who i am. But the silence never reaches ears for the untold me is a lonely stance. Hidden behind walls line emotions captured by the snuggling of the ribs. N all that's ever been desired is to truly live. Though hi's tend to face goodbyes one too many times. Buried is worth in a grave that cannot see the sunshine. N it sure would be nice to feel roots dig in for me to evolve. As i sit on the other side of compromise afraid to sort through another's flaws. Damn me if i don't step outta the norm I've become. For memories have fell from smiles n i haven't a true grin to create a blush. With so much good to give i run from my mind. Slowly dying without a friend to share my life. With words emerging like ammo ready to fire. Patiently waiting on a set of eyes i cannot help but to admire. I'm at the bottom of a raw intense reality that refuses leave me be. For everyone i turn around my curiosity picks at the possibilities on the outside off daydreams. Needing a convo to break the chain restricting my use. Only if there was a genuine touch to relieve me of this sheild that claims to protect me from admitting a truce. Changing my story's end of winding up as had been. A once upon a time ago as someone who had more than enough to gain passion landing upon the lips. Where's the interest in another in which i lack? Maybe I'm just lingering until i find my match. That one face that lights up free will. Giving reason to adapt to the absence of a long lost thrill. In my honesties i reside wasting moments due to the pickiness i possess. This is what i confess...