Must be the Rain...
Why do I feel like this sometimes…? Like I am too wild to be tied down, like I am too erratic to be stable, like I am too mercurial to be of substance, like I am too young to be this old, like I am too emotional to be this mature?
Is it lack of an anchor, lack of a path, lack of an everlasting love? Why do I cry like this sometimes? Why do I feel so alone? Why can I feel so much from others and give so little back but how I feel? Why do I keep on asking why? And my throat still aches from unshed tears even as I am crying…and my heart still aches from loss of love even as I am trying. I want to be All to someone, but also, to have someone be ALL to me. Is that even possible…? Am I doomed to only feel what others exude or are my own feelings real…? Why do others seem to ignore the possibilities right under their noses...? I keep asking why…and my eyes still cry, like the tears from the sky...
It must be the rain...
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Is it lack of an anchor, lack of a path, lack of an everlasting love? Why do I cry like this sometimes? Why do I feel so alone? Why can I feel so much from others and give so little back but how I feel? Why do I keep on asking why? And my throat still aches from unshed tears even as I am crying…and my heart still aches from loss of love even as I am trying. I want to be All to someone, but also, to have someone be ALL to me. Is that even possible…? Am I doomed to only feel what others exude or are my own feelings real…? Why do others seem to ignore the possibilities right under their noses...? I keep asking why…and my eyes still cry, like the tears from the sky...
It must be the rain...
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