I’m sitting in a room somewhere in Europe…in the dark staring outside the window. It’s almost 12 midnight.
I wonder, is this what life is about? Is this what I have become? Is this all there is?
I wonder at the emptiness in my heart…but then its fleeting because when I count my blessings my heart is filled.
Life is full of paradoxes..one minute I am sad, the next I am on a joyful high…
Why do I let people control my emotions? Why do I let people have so much power to alter my mood?
You call me heartless…I hear you. Maybe I am because I haven’t allowed myself to feel.
But ask the guy from a few months ago…I felt something for him.So I think I just have the wisdom to know that I cannot fall for everyone I meet.
This is not about love though, this is about life… I really wish I could care what someone else thinks of me.
I really wish I could apologize for being who I am…
Why is love…those three words “I love you”…why are they so important?
Maybe I am the one who needs help…
As I stare outside my window at a few minutes to midnight.
Silence has a way of communicating, maybe if I listen longer I will find the answers…
I know myself because I have dared to be silent and stare at nothing….