6 years ago. Sunday, July 14, 2019 at 9:40 PM
In the end I can offer no more or less than all of me, and the problem with that is it's so hard for others to see.
I feel invisible, like I'm shrouded in fog, keep hearing echoes but never find dry land.
Adrift in the waters, swimming along, trying to find something, someone.
Maybe my surrender should just be letting go, drifting into the waters, sinking down below, till the waves and I become one.