So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces.
Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story…
I keep running to avoid expressing my feelings…..
so I ran,
In defense of my fragile dreams
woebegone, helpless and broken
back to where it all began
growls and sighs,
sweet pleasured screams
what souls have spoken
can never come undone
love rests in my eyes, in the moon
who somehow, somehow
defies the sun……….