Seems like ages since I've last written on these pages. Ages of desperation, torture, and miserable heartbreak. I feel broken and lonely, with no where to turn for support. It kills me, but I chose to stand alone, to fight the world on my own. But I second guess myself all too often, and never believe in anything. I've never been able to stand up to someone and say I'm here to stay because this is where I belong. The truth is I have no idea where I belong or where I stand. Mountains stand before us, dangers linger in their wake, and steep paths roam along their slopes, is there anyone out there whom I can ask to share with me the climb? I hope I'll find someone soon, someone who can share my world and leave this solitude behind. I'm damaged goods, so whoever chooses me has to be willing to put up with the tears and the fears. But the looming silence in my life will be filled in time; soon enough it will be humming with joyful laughter, sweet music, and infinite love.
Mountains Stand Before Us.
August 30, 2010