The wind blows these blonde locks with a chill that reaches deep inside. It's presence makes me nervous and vulnerable. I wish it would leave me alone and let me thaw. The balls of my shoes hit the cracked and desolate pavement. Searching beyond the city street into the dying leaves flowing from the overgrown trees. Thoughts course through this mind. "If I keep walking, to god knows where, I will find it...only god knows 'what'." "It's not so cold now." "I am numb now." "Does anyone care?" "Hello? Is there anyone there?" "It's just you and me now." The "you" being me as well. The only company I can keep is that lonely little girl deep inside. She always finds the best places to hide. I search for her constantly, telling myself she is not someone I need. What a fool I am to think those things. She keeps me lonely and free, warm and freezing. I feel alive because she has survived to make me me. To this I owe all things.
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