Really?
I just noticed that with a formidable glance you've entered...
What now?
Do I really agree to terms this easily to open...
See I've seen much within the years and tears of such, yet I cannot beckon those thoughts without emotion.
To hold back would be so comfortable...
To show lack would be so....
Usual.
Thoughts open portraits that have been shelved and I vision greatness to plague my weakness.
Darkness becomes me so easily, that light can only shine when you bring this lamp.
Will you become the path that I walk on helping me back?
I need a hand to to carry, one that understands my lack...thereof...
I can't pretend that therein lies no interest.
I can't form ideas carefully enough without thinking of...
Maybe it would be best if...
How can you not feel as though...
Good enough?
Am I?
Can I?
Will I?...be
Questions will continue as I realize...
Worthy.
And yet...are you truly?
