a person abroad.

Life is a storybook and I’m trying to accept these characters
For what they’re destined to be
Trying to accept the fates and fortunes
The fools and follies
The givers and takers
The glass-half-broken folks
And people who claim to have no glass

I need you.

More than I’ve needed most things, because I’m scared of who I’ll be without the happiness you bring.
I’m keeping shelter as I go. Leaving markers in hopes I find my way back. Hoping I’ll find some way back.
I’m scared of being led on, but terrified of not being led at all.
On the surface we’re all shiny and blue. Beneath we all run red.
I’m a person abroad.
I’m not home, but I’m not nothing either.

M.