There’s something to be said about wanting to believe every word spoken by someone. There was a time when I did not believe anything anyone said to me.
And for good reason.
But it was lonely that way and I learned how to filter through the shit and find the sugar.
Someone looks deeply in your eyes and says they want to help you and be there for you and be your hero. That’s something I’ve always wanted to believe I guess. But how much can you really rely on another human being? We’re not perfect. What happens if they can’t handle what they see when the look really deep? How is it that I feel totally alone when I have someone so near?
I think I’m scared of loosing a really good friend. I’m also scared of things to come and I’m grappling with the fear, grasping at the tiniest whisper. But all I have to do is sit back and let things happen.
My father called me his Angel in the weeks before he died and I heard that recently from someone special. I am your Angel if you would just let me in, I sit here waiting alone.
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