rest, relaxation, quiet time... and yet not at all... but that is just how i like it.
happy holidays. <3
rest, relaxation, quiet time... and yet not at all... but that is just how i like it.
i speak in cryptic tongues a language that was made for something i thought we could be but are not. exhaustion, tangled lines along with cryptic tongues make for understanding on the other end of the tired line close to impossible. i end the conversation frustrated at the messages unconveyed. or rather, more likely so highly masked that no one but i could understand them in the first place. i must remember when i get frustrated even i cannot understand me most of the time.
we continue to dance around this rosebush, both too afraid to reach across to the other in an effort to connect again. the thorns i am afraid are still a little to sharp to venture close enough. and the threat of more blood spilled on this ground is too much to take. but everyday we continue with this dance the thorns just grow stronger and more deadly.