TigerLily
| my heart pounds. why? the pounding. the need. the memories. the wishes. what's going on? i hear your voice, and another, and another. but the people who are talking; they are not you. no one is you, yet you are everyone. follow me. leave me alone. where is my willow tree? where are my friends? where am i? where have i been? where am i going? i am lost. have you found me? tell me. let me know. the stars burst. the rain fell. the perfection crumbles. a heap, left lying on the floor. lost in its memories. swimming in its tears. left battered and bruised. left bleeding. left hurting. a savior comes, baptizing me. freeing me. can i know? will i ever? who are you? i reach for you. you back away. i fall again, into another heap. they laugh. they mock me. forget you all. i scream as i try to get back up. but my knees buckle. i fall. i can't expect you to pick me up. my savior- who are you? where are you from? what makes you who you are? what makes me who i am? what? who am i? who are you? you have taken someone else's place. they aren't there. where are they? will they come back? all these questions. they frighten me. they give me peace. nothing ever changes. nothing stays the same. pounding... i can hear my heart pound. |
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