Sitting off the ledge,
looking out to the sea,
rise into nothingness,
as the wind tingles my bare feet.
I gaze at the moon,
and drift in the rain,
softly hum that song,
as tears give in to the pain.
Stories left to tell,
paths left to walk,
roses to be sent,
and fights to be fought.
Sometimes, I wish I had the guts to be afraid.
3 comments:
Don't mean to sound insensitive, but it stems from what people call homesickness. You would probably want to disagree though.
"Sometimes I wish I had the guts to be afraid"
- very well observed. You just caught me unawares with that conclusion.
@shadowed meanings
Your perception would have been true in certain situations, but this particular piece wasn't inspired or influenced by homesickness.
It was born out of a different, quite personal experience.
And, I was quite sure that you, if no one else, would have surely noticed that sentence. :)
Thanks for the appreciation all the same.
@shadowed meanings
Sometimes, life's all guns n roses. :)
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