I don't know where I'm going with this...but I need to write. You know?
I woke up next to her, with a smile on my face, and doubt in my heart.
One night stand?
Maybe.
I tend to have a lot of those.
But this is different.
I met her yesterday and thinks escalated quickly.
Maybe too quickly.
Fresh out of a long, unhealthy relationship, she longs to feel resolution, peace, happiness, and an end to her torturous thoughts of what was, and what might have been.
I long to feel.
I'm learning, everyday, that life is a series of moments.
Some connected, some interchangeable, and some secluded from the others.
I wish you could choose each moments relativity to the next.
I suppose this poem is about discontent, about feeling lost, lonely- and hoping it will get better.
And above all, needing to say something, to someone...
When there is nobody who will really understand.