Just Me

Stepping back, but not. Strangely this time it feels different. Maybe this isn't back but forwards. I have already learned how to love without being loved in return, maybe now I understand how to love without being in love.

This doesn't feel like shrinking back, this feels like growing. evolution. Maybe my walls aren't needed anymore. maybe the past really is behind me and not the recurring nightmare always lurking behind my eyes.

I do feel free, but I can't help wondering if I will feel the same tomorrow. Am I facing reality right now or I am I hiding from it? I don't know.

So many thoughts, but more of a gentle whisper that the screams I am used to. The faces aren't laughing at me anymore, the faces aren't different anymore, just my own face repated a hundred times. Some with smiles, some with frowns.

but I'm okay.


puppy
03/31/03
1:45 a.m.