15 February, 2010 2/15/2010
I couldn't (try not to) care lessIt doesn't really matter, does it?Back on my feet,
Unsteady breathing.
It felt as though a thousand splinters embedded-
yet slowly fading away, leaving me to be.
You pull back, I hurt for my own good.
No one's going to pull me out of this, save
God himself.
Constant mutterings about solace,
yet quenched by the knowledge of Someone
always there.
I need to hold on more,
listen more.
Loving you as a brother isn't going to be easy, i know.
and maybe its just one of those days again.
Instant win to you if you can guess what I'm feeling.
Because I don't know, myself.
Only thing I know is that- i couldn't (try not to) care less.
The red ground under me has morphed into a blue one.All i want to do is to sing, all my life.