Alone with you.
Alone without you.
Alone in this room full of people.
Alone looking at the stars, a little girl singing to the lights in the dark.
Alone with those songs – those melodies, those words.Alone at the laptop, writing for no reason except to express.
Hoping that you will listen.
Hoping that you will understand.
And I can’t stop expressing. I’ve tried.
I keep publishing. Keep saying. Keep texting. Keep talking. Keep emailing.
Sometimes expecting nothing in return.
Because I am alone.
I wish for that moment when you touch - when you cross over the line of one and reach two.
I want for that knowing of someone so deeply that there’s no fear anymore. Only connection.
Giving up means dying and I’m not ready to die. I’ve always loved to live.
Except that one time.
So here I am talking to you again, writing little words from my soul.
Hoping that you will listen.
Hoping that you will understand.
Then maybe I have a chance of not being
Alone.
"Hoping that you will listen.
Hoping that you will understand.
Then maybe I have a chance of not being
Alone."
I will always Listen.
I will always try to understand.
I would love to be that Chance.
Posted by: Ricky | 05/08/2012 at 03:17 PM