Poetry from experience. Tales of love and pain and loss. This blog is the heart centre of 20 year old Lexy, who likes to spill words to page like a painter spills paint to canvas (she does that as well).
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
This is difficult to put into words. The actual meaning of the situation for me may not be understood by readers. I am sitting at the Perth underground by myself, waiting for a boy and for once I dont have this sickening sense of impending doom welling in my stomach. There is no longer an inherent fear that exists perpetually. I'm just me waiting for a train with a good book and my own company. I'm so happy right now because I have never, ever felt like this before. I've always been afraid of being alone- dreaded the thought of my own presence; now I embrace it. I mean, yeah I'm waiting to meet a boy, but I'm not fretting, not wishing he was here already. I'm just being.
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