The future of us.

There is nothing we share anymore.

He has no passion for the things I love.

No dreams, no goals, no plans in common. 

He has moved from a necessity to a mild convenience. 

So mild, in fact, it could be called an inconvenience, 

a temporary disruption. 

And for for the first time in a very long time, I don't care. 

I don't feel despair. 

I no longer feel scared.

A little bit trapped, 

But no longer afraid.

My future is mine alone. 

Mine to plan. 

Mine to look forward to.

my words

Thoughts in my head 

Feelings, ideas, plans. 

Writing them down is never easy. 

Articulating almost impossible. 

Dreams in my head

Wanting, needing, yearning. 

Taking them to fruition is never easy. 

Living them almost impossible. 

Words in my head

Bursting, screaming a whisper. 

These are my words, these are dreams, these are my thoughts. 

Dying to get out. 

work in Progress