2.13.15

I feel lost...lost is ways I haven't felt in years and yet everything is exactly how it should be. I need to go back; to the one place where no one knows my name. The place where I can be exactly who I am and who I want to be without any restrictions. The only city in the world where I felt free of everything that shackles me here. Paris...back to France where nothing else matters.

 

When I Find... | My Poetry

When you find yourself again, I will be here, I will be here as I was before but like I never have been. I will be here as my own self, as who I'll be.

When you find yourself again, I will be here. My laughter will sound renewed not scathed by what ruled you. My eyes will be of their own, their views completely pure.

When you find yourself again, I will be here. I'll have found what's meant for me, the hand for mine to clasp. And maybe...

maybe.

that won't be you.

"You can remember the second, the third, and the fourth time, but there's no time like the first. It's always there." - Shelagh Delaney