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Need.
I need someone to be listening. I do not feel unheard, or alone... I know that if I asked, they would be here... but it is not them I am trying to reach. I have already reached them. That is why they have stayed with me. I understand this. Bond established; there has to be something after this.
I am grasping... I am hanging on the edges of words I did not speak, hanging on the edges of other people's dreams, grasping at the fray and wishing, -wishing- I could impress my image there.
I need someone to want this... not to want -me-, just to want the words, to need to hear something, to want to be there to catch the falling glitter of leaves and letters, glimpse the pictures of -my- mind.
I feel my vision is lost, if I am the only one to see it. I feel, almost, outside of my own circle... it's a strange sort of angst that has clutched me in recent weeks. The skies have been so heavy, and so grey... it's been so dark, but not so cold.
These clouds of lead are incubating something greater, and I do not wish to miss the opportunity to be a part of it.
I will not succumb to the belief that I have been forgotton.
I am grasping... I am hanging on the edges of words I did not speak, hanging on the edges of other people's dreams, grasping at the fray and wishing, -wishing- I could impress my image there.
I need someone to want this... not to want -me-, just to want the words, to need to hear something, to want to be there to catch the falling glitter of leaves and letters, glimpse the pictures of -my- mind.
I feel my vision is lost, if I am the only one to see it. I feel, almost, outside of my own circle... it's a strange sort of angst that has clutched me in recent weeks. The skies have been so heavy, and so grey... it's been so dark, but not so cold.
These clouds of lead are incubating something greater, and I do not wish to miss the opportunity to be a part of it.
I will not succumb to the belief that I have been forgotton.