Monday, November 30, 2009

Alone

Floating above the bubble, so called my life.
Reaching for what I cannot touch.
Dreamily gliding across the emptiness of my abyss.
Straining toward it, then falling, falling...
Falling down into the mysterious nothingness, and landing on the surface of vacancy.
Crying into the lonely, drifting place, waiting for the darkness to embrace.
Feeling everything and nothing.
Wishing anything were something.
Aching and lying, I feel like dying, but is there such a thing?

3 comments:

  1. Wow. Anna, you are such a talented writer! Your writings are amazing! You are not only talented writing, but you are talented in academics, flute, piano, soccer, and many other things! Keep following your dreams girl!!!
    Love, Courtney

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  2. Courtney,
    Thank you so much!
    You are very encouraging!
    Love, Anna

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  3. I am so glad that you think so!! Keep up the awesome work!!!! Post, post, post, post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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