i feel weak.


i dislike the feeling of weakness. when i feel vulnerable, susceptable to anything from outside of me. I have an urge to find something. To cover me. To block me. For my comfort. For my reassurance. For my support. Absurd as it is, insecurity surrounds me.

i dislike the night. It is like a storm that strips me bare of my defences; it brings me to my knees; it destroys any remains of a cover i need to protect my self with.

yet i welcome the night.
I like the way he engulfs me; swallows me whole
he is gentle; he is kind;

it is confusing
i feel empty yet overflowing at the same time
dream or reality
its the same to me

tears cant fall because the tears are crying
lie or the truth
its the same to me



i want to be strong.