I don’t know what I was thinking.
Honestly, I don’t think I was thinking at all.
Those moments of misplaced thought are my downfall.
I’m okay on one front. On the other, I’m not.
Between my heart and my mind, I always seem caught.
My emotions are stealing away with my heart.
And I’m not used to having to keep my heart contained.
It’s a home of hollow complexities, empty aside from the veins.
For a year & a half, I let it roam free.
And it devoured me.
I’ll have to keep it more tame this time.
Already, I’ve let it walk among the warriors and the lions.
It has returned with a few scratches and battle marks
Which would have soon turned into scars.
Thank you, Lord, for the warning signs.
They flashed brightly in my eyes
Bringing me back to reality,
and a thing called sanity,
both of which I almost always am lacking.
After all the damage that’s been done,
There are no words left to say.
It’s high-time for a retreat, but we’ll call it a get-away.
Because if not, I think I’ll silently slip out of my mind
And into something less than kind.
(Source: amandaandinteriors)
