12 String Dreams Journal
What ties could possible hold us so far from the places we
want to be. What hold can grip us, and convince others,
that we are what everyone else thinks we are.
What do others think?
I know a strong person would say it doesn't matter, but
then again, so would a scared one.
Which am I?
A question I'm sure I'm not the first person to ask.
I'm not the first person to wonder what possible answers I
hope to find.
So many times the answers are sought after when the
question go unnoticed.
I questioned everything around me at one time or another.
At one time I questioned everything. I'll be the first to
admit that those days are gone. I'll be the last to admit I
It's not as easy as it seems to doubt everything. It seems
like you would have so little to wonder about when the
wonder is gone. When the twinkle in the sky is no longer a
romantic curtain covering the early morning sky but a veil
of hidden memories.
Not much of a thought I guess.
It seemed to have more of a shape when it first came about.
It seemed to have had more of a direction before it drifted
Guess that's the reason these thoughts come about to start
A since of drifting in a shapeless world wanting only for
someone to distract us from our aimless journey.