We all have a story, but few venture to tell it.
And even fewer stop to listen.

I look at him and think that should be me.
I look at memories and think that could be me.
I look at my reflection and think this isn’t me.

I look at her and think that used to be me.

I look at who I am and wonder…
Or should I say what I am.

This isn’t over.
It’s just the beginning.

I’m waiting here with arms wide open,
Waiting for you to take the fall.
Waiting with my heart surrendered
Waiting to catch you as you fall.
I’m watching you watch me as I’m falling
Knowing that I’m only hurting myself
But gravity’s got its pull on me…
That gravity is you.

~An Insightful Blogger~