There's this little girl I've been looking everywhere for. There was a time when I could still feel her inside of me, but somewhere along the way one of us strayed away. I just long for even a glisten of that girl to flow through my veins once again. The love she had for the world, just because. The hope she had for herself. The dreams that reached the stars. She was replaced with a girl who's been forced to prepare her lies before meeting any new face. A girl who has learned that hopes and dreams only equal disappointment and sadness. A girl of anger and constantly clenched fists. A girl with a pit of regret deeper than the sea.
There are times when nothing seems familiar to me. Every face looks like that of a stranger and this town like some foreign country. I hear myself speaking, but the voice is rarely my own. Most days I just want to pack it all up and go looking for myself or at the very least some cure for this selective amnesia.
I just want to find that little girl. I just want to trade all of this anger for a little love. I just want to live and enjoy it.
Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you, but who'd ever think to look for me here?
Monday, March 2, 2009
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