yet no help Options

[wishforhelsinki]

I listened to her advice and learned about myself through a song. I saw what I've always loved in the depths of my hidden heart. In an attempt to keep the images intact longer, I fleeted from where I was expected to play another role. I remembered soon, though I hated this role. I hated how it felt so second to nature. It was not. It could never be. But for the last year, it had been. And in its demand, urged me to forget the images. I walked back in resentment with my head down, turning from the images so close in a minute, betrayed. How could I let myself get in this far? I stare into the closed blinds and curtains of my room and feel I could almost escape if I just let the light get me. But in fear, the light remained closed away. I wonder when time will let me leave my head and live once more.