The Rising of the AmyK Wall

When you reach to touch me I clench my jaw, hit rewind.
Foreshadowing a possible eventual broken heart,
The comic strip flashes through my mind.
And I question it... I question you. I wonder what the fuck is wrong with you?

You are a disease. Thoughts cause unnecessary feelings of dis-ease.
Do you do these things as a way to appease...
The wild inside of an unsteady creature?
One ready to escape the possible domestication.
The lion that is ready to attack his unsuspecting teacher.

My friend

Today a very good friend of mine told me that I am one of those people that puts everyone around them in a good mood when I'm around. I cried.

My Words

It's late and blogging is not on my schedule. But if I didn't type something I wouldn't feel right. The end of the semester is here and I "learned" that to write is to allow yourself to be vulnerable.

And so I want to be vulnerable. I want to clack away and form literary art. I want to know that someone might read the message my mind has sent my fingers. I want to think that maybe somewhere someone might fall in love with my words because they are me. I struggle sometimes with it. I am struggling now because I am trying to understand something that I cannot even identify. Or perhaps I am struggling to find something, some sort of fulfillment I am lacking. I am not quite sure, but it is lonely. At the end of the day, I am lonely. I am missing. I am not in love, I am in miss. And it does not feel good. It does feel sad. Can I blame it on the weather? Sure, let's do that. Most people do. And then it makes this all a little less real.