| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | With or without you |
I feel myself walking on a sharp sword trying not to get cut yet leaving a trial of blood every step I take.
Balance is the hardest part of all...
Trying to be perfect in such an imperfect world, trying to make others content when you may not be at all, finding yourself when you feel you know nothing about who you are, starting at the end all over again.
I once wanted to be looked at, wanted to be talked to, wanted to be held, wanted to be something more.
Now I just don't know...
Conversations have become plain, Words have lost all meaning, and that little bit of spice in life will never again be found on the phone or behind a computer screen.
Yet instead they come from the few seconds of truth and grasp of what real feeling provide. That one moment where you set your self free of all insecurities.
All I can be is a daughter, sister, friend, lover, and maybe one day a mother.
As of now... I can say that what you see is nothing that wasn't there before yet for unknown reasons I am happier this way.
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