My finger tips are holding the cracks in our foundation & I know tht I should let go, but I cant.
Because sometimes I feel like I am constantly waiting. Im waiting for someone & something, anyone or anything. Im waiting for truths & answers & reality to hit me hard.
It doesnt, though ; it never does. Reality more or less catches me, like if I were to bungee jump over the edge falling and faling and falling and falling & then to be caught & pushed up again, thats what reality does to me. You are so grateful to be alive, adrenaline pumping, hands shaking, lungs aching, & the look in your eyes then the people dilate in the most beautiful fear.
