Thoughts from 26/7/16

Pining and restless because I think about what I read in the newspaper so often.

Pining again because my words are frustrated by thoughts and refuse to coalesce.

Pining because myself and God are talking and I’m too intransigent to get a grip (I’m so sorry for this).

Pining for the love of a signifigant other who may already have one right now. Where are you?

Pining because Heathcliff and Cathy couldn’t be together.

Pining because everything is in here, my head, and people look at me funny when I speak it. So you don’t think at all?

Pining because I know I’m not a passive girl who nods and smiles at men with an empty head. I hope you understand this.

Pining because what if I don’t become the person I believe I can be?