Sunday, October 3, 2010

My love.

I envision myself having a beautiful apartment. It'd be on the third floor, with a stoned-floor balcony over looking the calm waters of the pool. The lights shimmered in the translucent water, portraying the reflections of my night.

I always needed a place to hide in. I always needed a place to go home to.

That moment, I will not ask myself endless questions. The restless thoughts from all day, smeared. Its not joy I'm yearning to recite. Its the balance I need to find.

Eventually, your soul will know when to settle. You just got to learn to trust that it will.

My love.

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