one hundred and one.
i dont find it necessary to explain.
why certain things make me happy.
why i want to do certain things.
just why.
floating around.
letting the waves, the motion.
move me along. maybe we would meet.
enjoying each second of that moment.
terrified. one of my biggest fears.
being held captive by the depths of the water.
taken. held. unreleased. gone.
pulled me out there.
holding on. as long as i could.
trusting. i grab hold.
and suddenly i am let go.
left. facing my fear. staying above water.
quickly reaching for something. anything.
it wasnt as scary as i made it to be.
i wasnt going to drown. it wouldnt have been allowed.
thank you... ill probably never do that again.
i will keep my intentions to myself.
hide them from the world.
keep those thoughts. share if necessary.
lets see how many are heard.
my writing sucks.
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your writing does not suck rebecca.
ReplyDeleteit is an extension of yourself. just let it come to you and just let it go.
just write what you want.
no one has to approve.
it's for you.