Go!

I'm running.
Running.
running away.
From all the things I remember.
All the things I miss.
From laying in grass in the summertime,
to my first kiss.
I'm running.
Running.
Running away.
I'm ready to let it go.
Ready to let it sink in.
Lets do this.
On my mark.
Get set.
Go!

Between Two Worlds

I can walk forward. But I wont hear anything.
I can take a breath, and hear the mechanics of my body function.
It's silent.
Like a snowfall.
Just present enough to nip the tip of my nose,
and tops of my ears.

I walk backwards. Then I hear everything.
I blink, and watch the world around me shift.
It's boisterous.
Like being in the median.
Between rushes of bustling traffic.
I can't sit still.
Have to run.
Have to run.

To my Readers

This is a letter to all my readers. How ever many that my be.
To some, I haven't written in a while.
To others, I have burdened them with the power in my words.
But just in case you were wondering,
or in case you need something to read.
I'm doing okay.

I'm still going through troubles.
And some are quite hard.
Some I don't know how to get through.
Others,
I just don't want to get through.
It's just too hard.
Too painful,
and a lot to take.

But I'm going to get through.
Because the things in this world.
Are so worth it.
I am worth it.

I have people that love me
and I love them,
with all my heart.
They make me smile.
Real, Zoei smiles.

They make me feel important.
loved,
secure,
safe,
and so much more.

I'm a tad weepy.
A little bit sorrowful.
But with every tear that falls, I remember how much I've gone through.
What I've overcome.
What I'm capable of.

With every hot drop that rolls down my cheek.
I remember crying nights on end,
to no end.

I recall feeling in love.
Head over heals love.
Love that healed all my wounds,
just to be torn open
and to bleed again.
For a long time.

I bring up memories of making fake love.
Trying to force love.
But you can't force love.
That's silly.

But I'm a silly girl.
I make mistakes,
I blunder on.

So here's to more mistakes,
to more sorrow,
and more joy.
To reminding my self that I'm much more than my minds play toy.

Thank you...So much...

Zoei