Hiding from my feelings,
feelings I'm ashamed of,
but I hate saying that because it makes me look like a hypocrite.
Running, it's the easy way out.
temporarily permanent.
I was scared.
No, I am scared.
But then again,
I'm always scared.
When am I going to stop being a coward?
I've come to terms with the fact one can only run away for so long.
hopefully this is long enough
to make me forget everything.
But I'm scared of that, too.
My memories, they're all I hold on to.
But I guess running is only a biased compromise where the opponent gets more in favor.
Maybe that's why it still hurts.
JE LEEST
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoëzieI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...
