Hi,
Not everybody write to get attention (not intended), but some write also to pour out the words, lines, sentences, and silences held within.
Now to start with what I have come here to pour out is my lifes loud silences.
It happens that you sometimes can explain nothing but keep looking, this is the fear. A fear held within from a long time for a long time. She tried to stop, hold back, scream, cry, love but what she ended up was with a silence...
It has been long time to it but the thunder in her still strikes sometimes. It moves.. itself and her also. Shes scared not of the thunder but the silence only what people notice.
Ultimately... shes strong... fighting straight... head held high.. waiting for him to realise... waiting for HERSELF to realise.
......and we know she will win... she'll have to. And she will.
To,
Him.
Not everybody write to get attention (not intended), but some write also to pour out the words, lines, sentences, and silences held within.
Now to start with what I have come here to pour out is my lifes loud silences.
It happens that you sometimes can explain nothing but keep looking, this is the fear. A fear held within from a long time for a long time. She tried to stop, hold back, scream, cry, love but what she ended up was with a silence...
It has been long time to it but the thunder in her still strikes sometimes. It moves.. itself and her also. Shes scared not of the thunder but the silence only what people notice.
Ultimately... shes strong... fighting straight... head held high.. waiting for him to realise... waiting for HERSELF to realise.
......and we know she will win... she'll have to. And she will.
To,
Him.
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