you know those days when everywhere you turn,
there is a wall?
and you are like, "i am 21 years old,
and i'm not going to freak out right now,"
but maybe you just want to be 12,
where someone else can decide things
and someone else can take care of you
i think my equilibrium somehow got tilted,
and all the letters in our story are mixed up
but i am drawn to you
and your still, small voice.
1 comment:
yes. i know. i wonder if those days out number the other ones sometimes. but i have hunch that that still small voice might tell me to be patient, i am indeed a child, with week wings, still learning to fly. we might miss it when days aren't like that...hopefully when those changes come we will be nearer yea?
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