Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Mine

Tied, tired, scared and worried.

Keeping quiet whilst silently cursing inside, knowing the babbling and niggling of that all-too-familiar feeling kicking in once again. Don’t let it get a hold. Don’t let it eat away further. Question everything which affects you.

Wanting to ask why it has to be this way; wanting desperately to change, wishing and willing for its possibility. What is the reason for being?

Underneath layers, there lies the nagging belief that everyone holds their own spears and are ready to strike at any time - whether they be a friend or foe. Friendly fire can even be directed on onesself…

I break the spear, bury its blade deep in the ground, and walk away. No more in-fighting.

I wish for you to hold the end of my ball of yarn, and throw the bunched, wrapped up curls of string as far as you can into the air, setting their fibres free to spin, laugh, dance, and live. You will be holding the end…your pull will be my command. Please don’t be scared; I do not find trust easy. But I wish to give you mine.

I don’t know what to say in this comment, but I just wanted to leave a comment to register the fact that this post deserved a better comment than the one which I’ve left.

There.

And that’s not as facetious as it seems. Really.

but your comment is…like perpetuity. in a circle.

i think. but it’s nice anyway. thank you!

Holy crap. Again, you hit it on the head….again….

:)