Funny how i think of something to say. and the moment i put it down, i immediately wish to erase it. I guess I'm always looking for the perfect words to say. I want to be careful, make sure I understand what I am saying and if I really mean it. Half the time I don't mean it, it's just aching to be said.
Another funny, how I am dying to hear words most women would hate to hear. I see it in his eyes, trapped. It kills me that your mouth is saying different words than your eyes. I stare, tears rolling down, my eyes are pleading with his, but still no words.
Perhaps then, silence is the best measure to be taken. A safety net so things are not out of hand.
A moment of silence, please.
c'est moi
- elise
- The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
1 comment:
...sorry to break it. Great post portraying the conflict within. Great new photo and the eyes, saying a lot without breaking the silence. About relationship, yes... Very correct.
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