And just for thought...
My life goes from one extreme to another.
Yesterday I laid in a stranger's bed.
Tonight I am satisfied by this piece of paper.
I wish for consistency but despise the monotony of it.
I repeat to myself I can still go on adventures
but shrink back into my hole at the reality of them.
I find comfort in the arms of a faceless man, I admit,
more so than in this lonely bed.
I want more.
The days change too often
and still I feel as if I have had too many transitions.
I am running from the truth, my truth.
The strangers occupy my mind with my physical needs,
Tomorrow I shall lay with someone new
or maybe I'll just play with my own random thoughts.
I can never tell.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.