My thoughts leave me hanging in the air, adrift in the mist of nothing and everything.
Strung somewhere between reality and a far-away world.
I am trapped in my own mind, a prisoner to my own being.
But maybe it's better here,
I don't know.
This world is cruel and beautiful all at the same time.
Forever to be inhabited by the innocent, the treacherous, the broken, and the care-free.
But which category I fall into, I don't know.
Maybe there are others like me.
Those who need someone to pull them back down, from their thoughts and back to reality
Those who are afraid of simply disappearing without a word.
Maybe we all need an anchor,
One that can give us reason to stay put for awhile, one that can give us hope.
Someone who can make us believe in something worth while.
