sometimes I think Ive become too comfortable with sadness. I wear it around my shoulders like a winter coat, to keep me warm. How is it that sorrow has become my comfort, my home? I am afraid to move forward. I am afraid to venture into the uncharted territory that is happiness. Contentment is just within reach. If I stretched my fingers far enough, I could grasp it and pull it close. Instead I cling to the darkness
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 22:24:26 +0000