I’m here, sitting in a chair…
thinking about you.
I’m reclined as my mind settle into this routine of bringing you
the rear view mirror of my heart….
I haven’t written in a while afraid that if my words touch you…
you too would break, and I’m here picking up the broken pieces
of my broken life trying not to be have King Midas’ cursed touch…
Longing but hiding…
Praying but keeping….
because I won’t be able to….
if I…, if I….
Written from the perspective of a broken soul…
Features artwork from :http://overasiaandbackagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/imaris-okawamachi.html?m=1