i face, i flee

I go back and forth with myself
like a kid on a swing.

its never a situation.
it just traces back to June 8th.

when i cry, it ends up being about him.

because i wouldn't be here, if he were still here.


I face myself head on.


i chase my thoughts around
like a dog chasing his tail.


i face the fact this is real.

but i flee from it.


its easier just to run away.
but I know You have more for me than this.
than that.


i feel stranded, like an island.
with nothing but the man in the clouds.

but that is enough.

i can survive without water
without food
without people

BUT I CAN'T SURVIVE WITHOUT YOU!