Me, myself, and I

Who we are in the moments of time... Everchanging, fading and reaching all at once.

 

Eyes open

Watching

Asking

Gently

Softly

 

Come with me…

 

Hold my hand…

 

Hearing

The world

Shouts

Stop

Silence

 

Curl up beside me

 

Love me gently

 

The past

Lingers

Stings

Havoc

Calm

 

Perfectly imperfect…

 

Move slow, just stop for a moment…

 

Future

Uncertain

Strong

Somewhere

 

Never buy me flowers

 

Know me

 

Me, myself, and I

Tired

Desperate

Calm

hopeful

© 2007 Prudence

Author's Note

Thoughts on the construction?

Reviews

[Polly Lewis]

Nicely done. I love the breathless feel, like a whisper caressing the mind. A mixture of emotions that reveal the soul of the writer a piece at a time.