8.15.2009

Comfort...

Even when definition fits the
scene what is comfort when you
just can't see why there's no one
similar to the one called me.

Where in the world would the
We fit in? Finding comfort when
it's not in the skin was the task
I had set to living. Nothing else
could be real until then.

Pushed into Life my Soul arrived
and pushed into Light were my
blinded eyes...

Lost in a wind and living daze I
couldn't begin so the facade was
on. Expectations around and the
guiding light was a static sound
but I did as I prepared to do.

I lived a life not knowing true.
Being uncomfortable with the Me
who was born To Be. With You.

Comford;
"The ability to be. Anytime.
"

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