Withered Rose

...Ashes, ashes, they all fall DOWN...
2005-11-03 02:22:51 (UTC)

Who I Was...

I once was brave, when I was a young child, just beginning,
barely aware of anything.

I once liked talking on the phone, even though it was merely
pretending.

I once loved playing outside, exploring my surroundings.

I once had some sort of talent for dancing.

I once was fine with wearing a bathing suit in public,
actually wanting to go to swimming pools and all the beaches.


I used to simply go with the flow, whether I liked it or not
(and I rarely did).

I used to be able to go outside, have adventures even.

I used to whine and scream, quite the complainer I was.

I used to laugh at every single thing whether it was funny
or not (more often not).

I used to sing, mostly just when alone in my room, music
piercing my ears.


I am still a small voice in this loud, noisy world.

I am still as shy as can be, blushing undyingly, you know.

I am still naturally a worrier...overly concerned, and now
for people I don’t even truly know.

I am still stuck in the past, living from memories, but also
hoping for more to come.

I am still hoping, wishing, dreaming for it to be over. For
my miracle. Some sign.


...withered..rose.....




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