If she could see what I see, maybe it would make her world more bearable.
Maybe her anxieties would let her breathe and her down days would be less poxy.
I can't begin to imagine what it's like bouncing from explosions of colour to that shade of grey, and for that to be the system.
When she smiles, if she could feel how I feel as an observer - enthralled -
maybe it would reassure her, give her some warmth.
She does nothing by halves and she's learning herself;
I wish she didn't have to do it waiting for the fall.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
If she could see what I see, maybe it would make her world more bearable.
Maybe her anxieties would let her breathe and her down days would be less poxy.
I can't begin to imagine what it's like bouncing from explosions of colour to that shade of grey, and for that to be the system.
When she smiles, if she could feel how I feel as an observer - enthralled -
maybe it would reassure her, give her some warmth.
She does nothing by halves and she's learning herself;
I wish she didn't have to do it waiting for the fall.
