And you can find me standing there.
Under amber battered skies.
Staring up into whisps of watercolor clouds of white and rose wine.
Sunset story streaks of love and lust and love lost.
Where fleeting light and color hugs horizon lines of olive green turn cobalt blue.
Embracing black and barren urban skies.
Scared and starless.
Silent lips locked leaving hopeless heavy hearts.
Split between what I want, what I need, and what I think is really good for me.
Honestly, I’m just looking for happiness or at least something that will point me in that direction.
If I could stop worrying, just for a moment. Things might work themselves out.
Personal reblog from 2010.