Alone, in darkness, jaded.
These things describe me.
Fearful, self-loathing, non-identity,
These things are me.
Cowering, hiding, running,
is all I know to be.
Tenderness, love, true friendship,
are too much for me to grasp.
See, I am me...
All I hope wish and dream for...
when it touches me, turns to ash.
So, I am me...
Pretending, playing, wanting to be...
Not alone, in some light,
with self-worth.
Alone, in darkness, jaded.
These things describe me.
Fearful, self-loathing, non-identity,
These things are me.
Cowering, hiding, running,
is all I know to be.
Tenderness, love, true friendship,
are too much for me to grasp.
See, I am me...
All I hope wish and dream for...
when it touches me, turns to ash.
So, I am me...
Pretending, playing, wanting to be...
Not alone, in some light,
with self-worth.
Good Gravy. can you believe it..no tree here yet!!! UGH
Just not in the mood..albeit the holiday contests here at DA make me want to be in it...it's just not something you can force.
I wish I could be Santa..I would give anything to give so much to so many...even if that muchy is a tiny lil thing, ya know?
I think I'm already into my SAD phase, so please don't funk out on me or give me grief about it, cuz seriously, you probably won't heR from me until the snow melts.
If anyone reads this...Happy Holidays to you and yours. I wish you the brightest of blessings.
Hyugz & Luvz,
J