Waiting…

Butterflies. That’s the only way to describe the feeling of being this excited about something. How can I explain this without selling out? It started with an idea shared with a friend. Originally, I wanted it to be our idea – something to share. When she handed it back to me I thought I would harbor a disappointment for longer. Instead, I resurfaced inspired by the secret. I vowed to keep it private, sharing it only with myself and moi. They, in their weird way, will help me through this construction area. I only hope blonds have more fun.

Art & Water – I said I was stalking you. I lied when I didn’t say why. I know why. I do. I feel the box closing in on me when I am so close to breaking free. So close to being normal. My heart has been shredded, chewed up and puked up when it comes to guilt. I can fall on a thousand swords and never forgive myself. Dramatic? Hell yes. When it comes to history I don’t know myself like you do.  

7 thoughts on “Waiting…”

  1. I have something to prove. But, I have to nurture my ideas before I can release them to the rest of the world. I have to make sure they are safe first. My butterflies will soar… soon!

  2. You are a lot tougher than you think, smarter than you ever give yourself credit for, and far stronger than you believe yourself to be. I have total faith that you can do anything you set your mind to. So, keep doing whatever this is … you can totally do it!

  3. i believe that you can accomplish anything you put your mind to. and i’m trying to believe that of myself too 🙂

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