the bits & pieces of her...

( so much is building in my heart, i feel it bursting at the seams. i can feel it slowly singing, steady beating, saying, "love, love, send love, send love" to me. )

Tonight I cried a river of tears I knew I had. They built up inside my walls and chipped at all the cracks. And once I started to speak of things I kept in until I almost went insane, I found that tears were not that bad. So I cried a million tears for the things I left behind, and the things that left before me.

( compass )

To choose the road less taken

Take a break from all we ran

It’s small and new and hardly used

But I’d rather walk than stand.

So I go.

Attempting to make a way; my own road.

To map out my hopes and find the dreams i wrote

On the margins of copy of romeo & juliet.

I try to find a way to go.

To find a compass pointing North,

to where I'm suppose to be...

Oh, I wish it was so easy.

But nothing is that easy when it needs to be...

Silly dream. Silly me.

~

To My Dearest,

It was silly of you to think you could bear all things alone.

S.O.S. christine.

Use your voice.

Spread your wings.

It's time to let them hear you sing.

Sincerely,

St. Ann