Sunday, September 21, 2008
You let me down and I can handle that. I can see past my own desires and dreams and tell myself that you have a plan for me, for us. But can you stop slapping me in the face with it? I'm getting tired and worn out. Can you just let me stay above for a while? Are you there? Can you hear me? Can you feel me? I am the one aching, hiding, silently sobbing.