Not even close to halfway back and the trodden road smiles up at me and all that's left of my aching feet.
Am I the attempt to be strong enough to return up those stairs? Back to the tears. Even though there is never enough contact to make the words into anything else.
Maybe it would have been easier if I'd recovered from it, but I became lost inside more words.
There is a gentle spirit hiding behind my eyes, but it's beaten back down with whisky and memories.
All I need is a little more time I tell myself each morning, so I can finalise my plans and leave in the most beautiful way possible.
I planned on writing everyone letters again last night, to add to the unsent piles that barricade me inside these walls. It's not something new to me and that's probably the saddest part of it all.
Will it follow me out past the dawn ?
And how will I ever know unless I try?
Am I the attempt to be strong enough to return up those stairs? Back to the tears. Even though there is never enough contact to make the words into anything else.
Maybe it would have been easier if I'd recovered from it, but I became lost inside more words.
There is a gentle spirit hiding behind my eyes, but it's beaten back down with whisky and memories.
All I need is a little more time I tell myself each morning, so I can finalise my plans and leave in the most beautiful way possible.
I planned on writing everyone letters again last night, to add to the unsent piles that barricade me inside these walls. It's not something new to me and that's probably the saddest part of it all.
Will it follow me out past the dawn ?
And how will I ever know unless I try?