stranded
persistence is a whole different thing from insistence.
we still have commonalities, and im still stranded.
it still hurts when hope fails to say the words i needed to hear, to do things that pushed me to be what i am afraid to be, to be the inspiration that i have always relied on, and im still stranded.
it still bring pains when there are things in life that i take care of only to suffer and feel despair over others. i thought il get numb with its infiniteness… but the more i get closer to the heart id want the pieces back, the more i lose my own, although it gives me so much happiness, it brings so much anguish that my brokenness can never be cadeau’s wholeness. and soon, when it will finally find what can make itself whole, i will be stranded.
i must persist, but should be strong enough to humbly accept and not insist. whatever it is that may come, accept.
if all else fail, would you be there to love me? when all else fail, would you be brave to see right through me?
i will move on, time. it wont be long, i wont stay stranded.
