Gone. empty. ready to soar
Such a beautiful day and I feel nothing. Numb. I want to get out there but not here. I want to be somewhere else. So distant that those who are looking for me, realize I am gone.
Just empty. Ready to soar on my own. Experience all the bits of joy that can be found in a journey. One where my name is on a photo but the real me is searching.
I realize that this all sounds stupid to some. How I can go from one positive thing back to places like this. Always knowing I am looking at things from the outside. Viewing so many different things and yet not really being a part of them.
So if you are ready, you can join in on things. Sure I don't care what you say because I am already a goner. Ready to be released. I took enough assault in the world just as I did here. Not giving up just making a choice.
So if you know something I don't go ahead and say it. I am tired of just trying to read.
My eyes are weary. My bones are tired. My mind is vibrant but lost in a fog. My heart is ice. Best place for it to be.
So pardon if I scare you with my thoughts. But I am ready to just let go. Ready to be a freer version of what is left of me.
Not sorry for the voice. I needed to say that I have exhausted myself in so many ways that I wonder how I can still be standing. If you understand me. Talk.
Just empty. Ready to soar on my own. Experience all the bits of joy that can be found in a journey. One where my name is on a photo but the real me is searching.
I realize that this all sounds stupid to some. How I can go from one positive thing back to places like this. Always knowing I am looking at things from the outside. Viewing so many different things and yet not really being a part of them.
So if you are ready, you can join in on things. Sure I don't care what you say because I am already a goner. Ready to be released. I took enough assault in the world just as I did here. Not giving up just making a choice.
So if you know something I don't go ahead and say it. I am tired of just trying to read.
My eyes are weary. My bones are tired. My mind is vibrant but lost in a fog. My heart is ice. Best place for it to be.
So pardon if I scare you with my thoughts. But I am ready to just let go. Ready to be a freer version of what is left of me.
Not sorry for the voice. I needed to say that I have exhausted myself in so many ways that I wonder how I can still be standing. If you understand me. Talk.
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