It's been a while.
I've been bottling.
Bottling up all of my emotions because life got better and fewer had to be dealt with...
But I am still me, I can see.
Written into the lines of this old, online poetry
are feels that I can't explain, can't describe;
but can only know.
Reading back my words brings waves of emotion,
disconnected from time and place;
able to stand on their own
as a sort of expression.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
It's been a while.
I've been bottling.
Bottling up all of my emotions because life got better and fewer had to be dealt with...
But I am still me, I can see.
Written into the lines of this old, online poetry
are feels that I can't explain, can't describe;
but can only know.
Reading back my words brings waves of emotion,
disconnected from time and place;
able to stand on their own
as a sort of expression.