Saturday, December 19, 2009

Sneaky Way to My Own

I wonder how to put this. I wonder if it is a big deal. I wonder if I can do it again.
Come back to the well at will and draw forth these hidden little treasures.
It was an unexpected treat.
But it hurt.

I said it was bitter sweet, and it surely was.
I really don’t need details, as the ones who would know
Could change my choices.
On other notes, I am failing at relaxing.
Just can’t seem to let go.

As I am pretty much screwing up the little pleasure I know.
Of all the times I have looked and saw something real.
This time is one that shows more cracks in the frame.
The dark edges are sharp and they want something.
I want to say something and fix things, cause I care.
But I don’t want enough.

It is almost like willingly sacrificing
To something not there.
The quiet of the night lies about what it’ll do
To you if you let it.


Anonymous nonpromqueen said...

Sometimes the only obstacle blocking our happiness is ourselves.

Or, you just don't give a shit and it doesn't matter anyway.

Can you really "fix" things anyway?

December 20, 2009 at 9:28 AM  
Blogger Arizona said...

i just lost my heart.
this made me react in ways i wasn't expecting...
you make me realize what i do not want to realize.
feel what i'd much rather hide.
i feel like you could help me out.
just by writing.

December 20, 2009 at 10:06 AM  
Blogger Gray said...


December 21, 2009 at 11:40 AM  
Blogger Rex Venom said...

NPQ - Mayeb we fix things by discovering their worth as is, and either decide that we can enjoy the moment, or choose to move on. Hmm?

Ari - If we write without filter, than we each read another's reality, and if we share something through that, then we all win.

Gray - Mmm! Hugs!

December 21, 2009 at 12:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those ladies are having a good time

December 22, 2009 at 12:30 PM  

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