Chaotic

I write little passages
glimpses of memories
chaotic thoughts, if you will.

i just want to document
how i feel…
How else can i silence my own conscience?
i havent decided what to do with them,
But someday, when i run out of things to say,
i want to put them into a book.

and now, im singing, shakily
singing to myself because that’s how i connect.
my feelings show themselves through these songs,
slow and sad.

(( thought i was lost, but i was stranded ))

i may be one person
but these thoughts are what make me…
well, me.
and i dont apologize for a word i write…
After all, it shows who i am growing to be,
and what seed i sprouted from.

(( you say angel, i am no angel.))

how can you ask for me to stay
when all you ever do is go?
just go.
<3 amanda