Mar 11

waiting

fading 
and spinning
an element of mystery 
and fanciful dreams
full of things
i could only wish for 
broken bottles
shattered dreams
perfection endless
so it seems
but stuck and motionless 
in between 
are strange and new 
difficult ideas
singing into the breeze
letting the old memories
carry me back 
from the darker parts of my indecision 
until i am given 
the tools to fix my soul
​that was never broken.