I want to paint my inside, for all to see before i have nothing left to illustrate.
i feel myself begin to fade, a feeling of uncertainy of who it is that sits in my shell. A lack of grounding and yet not soaring. i sit in this body that is too big for what it's purpose is. A person to small, her voice so quiet it only echoes in the emptiness. A void that cannot be filled with the physical, not with emotions that were never mine to claim.
An empty vessel which has run a-ground on the shores of ambivelance.
Where am i ?
i could not tell you
Where is it i should be ?
i was never told
Where can i go now ?
i can't answer that
There are no letters from a someone, no guidance from a higher being, no incentive to conceive the unattainable, just this blankness, so plain and true...
