revolutionartist

There are days that I wish we never met. That our paths never crossed. I think of each moment how if slightly different would have led me in other directions and to other hearts.

How did I get trapped here? In this world of doubt and longing? How did I lose myself among these pages till I was only the yearn? Why can't I release you to free myself from the constant torture of want?

I want the skies to open and the rain to pour down so I can go out and dance. So I can relive moments of childhood wonder and be re-born and live in a rubber boot filled world.