Nine's blog

Looks and smiles and touches and whispers.
Signs leading to thoughts and then feelings.
Feelings that make everything else just pale.

Thoughts and dreams and hope and fears.
A steady progression of emotional being.
Being seen and accepted, perhaps even loved.

Panic and doubt and confusion and breathing.
Things don't add up to what the heart would be craving.
Craving a safe haven, a partner, no longer being alone.

Betrayal and pain and self hatred and tears.
The dying of hope feeds the dying of dreams.
Dreams of finding a soul to call home.

Grief and movement and reflection and grit.
Gathering forces on the chance of rebuilding.
Rebuilding a future, a longing, rebuilding a me.