Sometimes I feel like I need some time to myself. Like there's an enormous, cold mist in my chest. Some time to read, to think, to write, to sing and compose, by myself, no neighbors, or cell phones, how are yous or see you soons. Time to find myself a bit more, you see sir, I'm a bit drowned lately. I feel like people reach for my hands and I have nothing left to give anymore. My lazy habits get the best of me, and I have no time, even though I know I have all the time in the world. How can I let my relationships grow, if I don't grow along with them? I feel like a sapling still tucked in the cloaks of winter, unwilling to unleash its blossoms. I know I have fruits to give them, but my skin is afraid of the spring's yawns and the snoring of the ocean. I'm terribly afraid, I'm starting to lose passion. I need some time to get myself back together. Rethink where I want to go exactly and why. Let my lust sleep it's notes out for a while. Paint out my ideas. Write out my doubts. Sing out my worries. Dedicate myself to my arts. Maybe it will kick out the weariness in my cobwebbed soul.
Romperá la tarde mi voz
hasta el eco de ayer.
Voy quedándome sólo al final,
muerto de sed, harto de andar.
Pero sigo creciendo en el sol, vivo.POSTED BY little girl blue ON Thursday, August 25, 2011 @ 10:53 PM
