From Away.

[witchscauldron]

long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time i've been so hollow inside
i know you're still there

watching me wanting me
i can feel you pull me down
fearing you loving you
i won't let you pull me down

hunting you i can smell you - alive
your heart pounding in my head

watching me wanting me
i can feel you pull me down
saving me raping me
watching me


Waiting...waiting. Left with my thoughts. It's nice here - quiet, windy. Not much noise to disturb the brain. Maybe too much thinking. I feel adrift - without any familiar items, reference points for my life. Misplaced. It's odd. I find myself almost lost...abyssal space of mind. I'm rested and calm and happy and depressed and anxious and stressed all at once. Strange.

Tommorow I will take flight, or I will plummet. As it should be...
-M.