the deluded ones [#2]

where

may 27th, 2017

you disappear, hiding yourself away, and i leave you to your peace.

but it does not qualm the fear and worries of my mind. why do i feel as if there's more to this story? why do i feel like there's something i don't know?

my heart trusts you; i know i trust you. but why do i find the fears of my mind turning, questioning if you've been leaving clues this whole time and if i've just been growing ever more clueless?

i'm afraid, i am. i don't want you to know how much it worries me, how much it shakes me every time you say you don't feel so well.

i don't feel sick, but i feel scared. why must i be scared? i don't understand, but i haven't understood much for so long that perhaps i must let life run its course, still fearing but still waiting to see what's to come for both you and me.