Hi.
Somedays I feel like I'm flying, and others I feel like I'm struggling to stay afloat, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm a very confused person. I'm baffled at the simplest things, and I'm far too easy to please. Then again, those are my good days.
On my stormy days, I sulk around feeling the world's weight on my shoulders.
I look around to see if anyone's hunched, carrying this terrible weight like me, but everyone seems to be so.. comfortable. They balance everything so well. There is so much to say, that I cannot. My words never come out the way I want them to. I've tried and I've always ended up hurting someone I love or myself. All I do now, is read other's poetry and marvel at how truly beautiful they are. The way they describe scenes for you, so precise and clear that you feel as if they're reminding you of a distant memory. How I dream of being able to do that someday, to watch someone close their eyes and just understand.
Anyways,I'll probably change this the next time I feel changed enough to read this and feel that this is not me anymore.. lol thanks for being sweet enough to read this. (:
The name's Mal by the way. Hi.