I haven't lived completely alone in a long time, there is something liberating about autonomy. My neighbors are insane....certifiably, I'm not just saying that..
The heart is a strange thing..the push and pull of emotions, fears, desires are as constant as the waves..never the same pattern, but still forever there.
I have felt things I didn't think I would ever do, said things I was sure I would never say, and done things I thought I would never do. My heart has been torn, and like a torn piece of paper, the edges are jagged and it seems they can't line up again to be repaired.. Will they ever?
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