Evolving

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. 

A.M