I'm not sure what I'm going to say, or if I'm going to make any sense, my thoughts are running... so I'm going to let them run.
Run like the wind in the hopes they'll take off and soar through the skies, my heart is grounded, turning slowly to stone. So something at least must run so why not my thoughts?
I wonder it I'm able to articulate in a way that will allow me to get my running thoughts across the threshold that some may is just my own personal doom and gloom. Whatever the reason, it's out in the world, where it shouldn't be locked in a metaphorical compartmentalised room. I'm tired of searching, it always feels like I'm in the middle of the ocean and the waves are forever lurching. Where is the calm that I need, that I seek, that I dream off?
A hand to hold, a hug to embrace, someone to call my safe space... feels like a far off dream, that's forever out of my grasp... to be in love, full of lust and desire, eyes locked on to each others, hearts beating and burning with an unquenchable fire...
Not likely, very unlikely, quite frighteningly my lonely reality.
Always and as ever just thoughts running wildly, unimportant, very insignificantly irrelevant, but as diligently as ever, my thoughts be running
Run like the wind in the hopes they'll take off and soar through the skies, my heart is grounded, turning slowly to stone. So something at least must run so why not my thoughts?
I wonder it I'm able to articulate in a way that will allow me to get my running thoughts across the threshold that some may is just my own personal doom and gloom. Whatever the reason, it's out in the world, where it shouldn't be locked in a metaphorical compartmentalised room. I'm tired of searching, it always feels like I'm in the middle of the ocean and the waves are forever lurching. Where is the calm that I need, that I seek, that I dream off?
A hand to hold, a hug to embrace, someone to call my safe space... feels like a far off dream, that's forever out of my grasp... to be in love, full of lust and desire, eyes locked on to each others, hearts beating and burning with an unquenchable fire...
Not likely, very unlikely, quite frighteningly my lonely reality.
Always and as ever just thoughts running wildly, unimportant, very insignificantly irrelevant, but as diligently as ever, my thoughts be running
