here and there

Sometimes I wonder if being here makes me look at things a little better.
Almost like a dream where I’m floating and floating.

I don’t have to come to terms with anything back there.
I can choose to ignore it and not care.

Sometimes I wonder, because of my treacherous mind, would I remember these 1 and a half years here?
I do such a good job blocking things out, I seem to never come to terms with anything.
With death, with family, with love.
I’m so afraid of hurt, all I do is just run away.

I wonder which i better, being here or there?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: