I see your troubles, many miles away.
How do I make you understand what I'm going through? Have you been feeling the disconnection, the burning inbetween that doesn't let you feel as deep or as true as you so desperately want to? If you have, then you'll know why I burst into laughter when I saw this sight, biking home from work in the shuttering cold of autumn. I'm so anxious for beauty these days, and when I see it, something snaps inside and I don't know what will come out. This late in the season, it gets pressing on the margins for all concerned. For my emotions, my wallet, the birds of the sky, the creatures of the forest, the leaves of the trees. All are being pushed into the hard and worrisome corners.
I'm so eager to feel, so needing to be felt. I hope you read these things I write. There are times that I feel so very alone...
I see your troubles, many miles away.
How do I make you understand what I'm going through? Have you been feeling the disconnection, the burning inbetween that doesn't let you feel as deep or as true as you so desperately want to? If you have, then you'll know why I burst into laughter when I saw this sight, biking home from work in the shuttering cold of autumn. I'm so anxious for beauty these days, and when I see it, something snaps inside and I don't know what will come out. This late in the season, it gets pressing on the margins for all concerned. For my emotions, my wallet, the birds of the sky, the creatures of the forest, the leaves of the trees. All are being pushed into the hard and worrisome corners.
I'm so eager to feel, so needing to be felt. I hope you read these things I write. There are times that I feel so very alone...