Part of me is screaming.
It tears me apart but never reaches the surface.
It's seething with anger and frustration like some kind of mangled creature, rabid and snarling on the end of its thin leash.
The world around me suddenly goes dark.
I'm left standing in this eerie, inner glow that I constantly debate on extinguishing......
I dream of a warm world full of hallways littered with comfort and radiating a playful joy that begs me to run and smile with it.
It's something akin to reaching into a curtain and feeling a soft, desirable breeze play on the tips of my fingers.....teasing me with promises of better things that can't or won't call me home.
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