the bridge of stories.

what's it like to feel like you belong in this certain place, where even though life isn't perfect, it's where you're supposed to be?

or when you know this is where you are, where your gravitational pulls you towards?
but you're stuck.... and it feels like you're stuck in the middle of one life and the next... walking down that hall that lasts forever; wanting so bad to find that light at the end.

wanting one part of your life to go this way so badly, but knowing in the end it isn't the way it's supposed to be.
the people, the place, the dreams. the magic.

it's like trying to find yourself. wanting to be able to be exactly yourself and not have to worry about censoring what you say or what you wear, being yourself. being comfortable with exactly who you are. period.

this is where friendships we promised for a lifetime are slowly fading away...
how does this happen?
it makes you wonder, is it better to hold on, and not let go of something you can't explain? or let you go and spend the rest of the time wondering if you ever think of me...

life is so drastic. passion is so indescribable. and love is so much more.


i'm walking along this broken road.... wondering why i'm here and what will happen. i'm saddened by the fact you're losing grip because you feel the need to get over me. i could never get over you, but i'm still moving on.
i wish i was where i felt like i was home and where i belonged.
i started in the light... i was there at dawn. as i wandered on, i came to twilight, and into the darkness.
now i blindly crawl towards nothingness, hoping to find my dawn again.

peace is nothing, for love conquers all.

i miss you. i miss it. i miss me.

i am broken, and i am wandering.
remind me of who i am, but do i know who me is?

there is nothing left of me but my soul, no outer shell or inner protection. innocently and fragile; yet tainted and durable.
i watch as i walk, i note of who i meet and where i go. and wonder, where am i supposed to be?