Sunday, August 4, 2013


And as much as I think, 
as much as I wonder,
I have nothing to write for you. 

Some would call this progress,
until they see you in my eyes, 
until they hear you in my voice. 

Some days I wonder if this is temporary, if one day I'll wake up inspired, ready to hurt again. 

And sometimes I truly believe that I'm in a new place, where I'm only troubled by memories. 

But the thing about being is that you're free to move anywhere you wish, to be in whichever state you want. 

I can't help but wonder where my mind will travel to, where my heart will end up at, where my soul will settle at, and if I should ever settle at all. 


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