...waiting

 Standing still. A memory of solitude has come and now refuses to leave. Eyes closed tightly but yet a single tear manages to escape, betraying the heart and what its thinking, feeling, hurting. It isn't a matter of where or when or who, but only of "now." Thoughts pass by and epiphanies come and go but not one offer a answer or solution, only more questions. The mind and heart haven't spoken to one another for quite sometime now. Pride, hurt, fear, really doesn't matter anymore does it? Trying to trust again trust myself, but the silence is so deafening from this end. The storm inside rages on and I pull this cloak a little tighter, enduring..waiting for daylight. Waiting for you...just wish I knew who you were.