three

my thoughts are racing, my head is pounding, and my stress levels increase with every second. how is it that I am still living?

I am at a point in my life

where everyone is trying to find themselves

where there is always a little black in white

where love is senseless and sometimes meaningless

where broken pencils can easily become broken dreams

where your actions speak just as loud as words

where it is toughest not to care

and everyone else seems to know how to handle it

sometimes, with an added smile

lily // 2:13 am

Author's Note

some thoughts I had early in the morning.

Reviews

[Bohrium Guy]

I felt the emotion and your visual in the write. I have visited this place many times and still can't shake the thoughts in the early morning hours. Well done and good job!

[lily]

I am glad I am able to portray my thoughts with my writing. Thank you!

[Bohrium Guy]

Your very welcome.

[J]

kk. i've read one and two just to get a sense of where you are.... and how you've filled in blank spaces since i've seen you ...........

and this THIS.one gives me access to the deepest confusion, yearning of you, dear friend. your imagry is fresh and captivating ........ "where love is senseless and sometimes meaningless/where broken pencils can easily become broken dreams." perfection. wow.

i duuno why "we" always insist on owning the "lesser of"..... offered choices. but we do.

but know this, lily, take the proclamations of your peers with a grain [or more] of salt ... you are seeing their barvado for public consumption. everyone is lost, confused, searching ...

keep your heart,mind open

[lily]

J, thank you for taking the time to write this, I love your insight.
"bravado of public consumption" .. no words could better describe the "situation" I guess that I am in. I don't really know what else to say, but thank you!

[J]

muchly welcome, little one. :)