amoeba
Old entries. Old feelings. Old ways. Shame. Blame. Guilt. I don't want to feel it anymore. I want to retreat. Hide away. Clean the slate and remake me. The Me that lives inside. The Me that dreams and schemes and isonlyin my heart. I am tired of hearing about what I should have done or what one wished me to do. I want away.
Take me to my dragon's den. Or where the grinch lives. High above. Heat rises.
Back to being an amoeba. Floating i the world. Soaking it all up as I float by. I want a love that is fully accepting. I want a love that understands and realizes and wishes the best on both ends. Xmas time.
Sunday, Dec. 25, 2011
11:53 a.m.
11:53 a.m.