Friday, March 25, 2011



I am changing, re orientating myself around them and refocusing the lenses of my eyes to how I see other people, and I’m becoming a drifter, floating from place to place trying to figure out where I can put down my anchors so that I don't continue to drift away until I am nothing but a spot in the sky.


Melee said...

Oh, this is lovely, with such a sad underlying of wistfulness. I feel like this too at times. I hope we both find someplace to anchor.

Lilah said...

sorry i never comment on your posts. i always read it but if i try to comment on it i face the annoying problem that youve worded it so perfectly that i cant add anything. even to say 'beautifully written' doesnt seem appropriate because it's almost above that. but know that i'm always listening and admiring

The17 YearOldNaive said...

your blog is beautiful. I love every words to it,. I think I'll be visiting your blog often xoxo