Sinking ships, breaking bones

Static.

Somewhere along the way I lost it. I feel like I am no more. But just a sinking ship whose bones are breaking. I remain on the surface of the seas and the rain, a wet and cold feeling of hollow behavior.
I am wanted in these places. But not in the one I truly would like to encompass. So here, I remain static. Between these decisions of heartbreak and life at its ultimate direction.


Give me an ultimatum. Give me somewhere. Give me something.

inside this little heart of mine

does anyone in this world truly understand her? The dreams, passions, and her capability to love?

Many do not even think as she thinks, believe as she so passionately believes, or create as her heart lets her. it is a world so uniquely shaped and distant from your reality.