I stand by the door-- Attached and unwanted. Attached and disturbed by your presence.
Attached--
How I got here...
It lies beyond the borders of reason--
I know nothing of how I was cast here...
And now I wait in silence for your return...
Somewhat attached--
In simpler and honest terms... Yes. Plain attached. Attached for all the right and wrong choices of being in this place...
In dreams, I might somehow find you--
Until I wake,
You... no longer there...
3 comments:
Your post defined what I was feeling earlier. Attached but unattached at the same time.
There are so many unexplainable reasons in life and we do await for their return. But will they ever return?
In our dreams, we could find them, but can we hold them?
I wonder. I sigh. I stumble.
they do...trust me, if you want them back... they'll return..
I'll believe you. 'Cause I'm hoping, wishing and praying for their return.
(:
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