Questioning the existence of a future...
The death of a so called past...
Fear has always been an enemy...
But it lives so close.
My mind has always been filled with more questions than answers.
But my heart knows more answers than anything else.
I struggle with the fact of them both...
Who will win the battle?
Who will win the war?
I don't settle at any rate...
Always changing...
Like the weather in an unhealthy place.
Sometimes it's wanted...
Sometimes we pray for it to leave.
What if life is just a ride?
It's supposed to be enjoyable...
It's supposed to be bumpy...
Are we afraid of reaching great heights?
Or are we scared that we will never come back?
Do our roots still live in the depths of our souls?
Or are we forever changing...
Forever growing...
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