Friday, December 19, 2008

Inconsistent thoughts
Meanings that switch, off and on
Circling around my head,
my body
Pulling at every limb
Separating my joints,
my tendons over-stretched.
As much as this world pulls me apart
My soul stays intact.
The hurt lingers on,
What purpose do I hold?
Who will accompany me through this anxiety-filled, questionable life?
Will my morals, my dreams continue to fill my brain
my heart, my actions?
Or will I forever be alone, hoping to meet someone to share these things with?
Will I settle with conforming?
My beliefs, stored away in a dusty box, in the back of the attic of my mind?
No, my conscious will never let me live that way... I will always be searching,
always be waiting, unless I find what I know I want.
Inhale; exhale
Inhale; exhale
I'll just get used to waiting.


C.S. Perry said...

Sometimes finding what you want is all in the looking...if you take my meaning.
People are generally happy where they are, even if they don't realize it. Because, if they were truly unhappy where they are...they'd be someplace else, eh?

Claggie said...

I can understand that to some extent, and agree, but I feel like a lot of people are doing things here and now for the future and not for the present. I am in that boat, which I am partly regretting, but I don't know what else to do at this point. Some people are unhappy where they are, but they don't know where else to go... In my case, something beyond my control is hurting me and I don't really know how to handle it with complete positivity.