August 10 2011
I may stumble, I may fall, I may not be at my best at all times, or if ever at all
But I try, I try hard, I fight with all that I have. I hope of better days, dream of better paths.
I dream of waking up to your smile, to your warm touch.
I caress the night. I wait for the morning.
I pray that I wake, to another blessed day.
I fight a never ending fight, a duel between two opposing teams, inside myself.
I can never lose, but I can never win.
It is a harsh life.
In dreams, you are what I crave, but when I wake, I have no idea who you are.
I don’t know whether to pursue or run…
or do I stand still, to let it, let you, consume me…