February 9, 2011

Sitting in solace always forces my mind to wander...in and out of this daze, this fog that I have single-handedly created on my own, without knowledge.  I ponder thoughts of "happiness" as if I were a child once again, believing that my "prince charming" will someday soon show himself.  HA!  Not one morsel of criticism though has passed by me today of all days, feeling alone...I mean really, is this what I have succumbed to?  Desperation in thoughts, and thoughts turning into words and phrases and perhaps eventually making some sense of all that is locked in my mind, my soul...my entire being depends on these moments of clarity.  I find comfort in the eyes of others', in words spoken directly or indirectly, for whatever reason, I do.  I have heard on many occasion that the "eyes are the windows to our soul", if by chance there lies the most minuscule amount of truth in those words, I await, because my soul is empty, and crying out, waiting for that hand to reach for mine, wanting to see myself in the eyes' of others.