transition

Its been a long time since i have collected my thoughts,
sat to write and let it out.
i think its ridiculous!
reading and reading other peoples deep passions or secret crazy sides that should be kept quiet.
who wants to know i thought.... it sounds just all the same to me.

repetition of words and feelings that only make sense to the person who writes it. And those who read it think they connect to the persons words, when really we are all the same.

so does this help then? i wonder...... but i guess i could write.


Time has flown .... our family gets smaller.
I am alone but its okay.... i have what i need i suppose.
i have had my life, my fun, but some habits dont die.
thats what scares me... i kept in a box thinking it was safe but its time i come out .
Strike a balence in my life, i thought i was strong enough to juggle but it seems i almost fell.
Bad habits i tell you crept up on me...
thank god i said no and stood my ground
but what if those words come agian
that feeling of being held one last time.

i suppose i wait
and wait till the time is right
i hear what i dont want to hear
i know what i didnt need to know
and it hurts so much
but like all people and feelings
it will disappear
someone new, something great will come
i will just wait