Monday, November 10, 2014
I wrote this last year in an attempt to romanticise what has now become my nemesis. Every day I wake up in the wee hours of the morning - wide awake.
Sleep deprives me.
Thoughts crowding my head.
So many hours lay ahead.
Ahead. I thought I was moving ahead.
Now I'm five steps lagging.
Ahead is now actually behind...
What lays behind me, I'll one day say out loud.
Alternatively, I'll always hold it inside in hope that someday, I'll forget...
Forget. It's easy to forget what I mean to you.
Have I forgotten or have you just not told me yet?
Yet through it all, He sees it all, knows it all and will take me through it all
It's all for my deer feet.