Today, however I'm having trouble finding peace. Even as I lay across the wooden boards to glance at the sky. Its a comforting, soft blue, appropriate for the month as its like staring into my aquamarine engagement ring.
As twilight approaches, fewer clouds linger in the sky. But the ones that do are a pillowy white streaked with hot pink.
The cold breeze is blowing ripples in the brownish-green water. Today, I feel like the pond. Like every turbulent ripple is an emotion I can't name or handle.
Today, I should feel better. At least to some extent because I'm not going to lose my heart. But I feel as though I already have.
They say the eyes are the windows the the soul. And the ones I love to loose myself in no longer reflect what they once did.
My anger gave way to deviation. I find in order to get back even some of our previous normalcy I will have to set aside my pride and insecurities.
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, maybe I just need to give it time. But as I tell myself that, my heart nags at me. I just get the feeling that time will not be enough. I just can't help but worry, that my love will not be enough...
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