breaking point;

i just want to break down and cry
just to let it out
and release myself.

i am strong and weak
all at the same time
and it puts me at the edge
of my seat
waiting for the ride
to stop.

reality versus fantasy
hard to see between the lines
to differentiate the worlds
when they are so connected
in my mind.

crazy, maybe that is what i am
the old lady with twenty cats
living a life that never existed
except only in her mind.

will there be a breaking point
when i forget myself
and lose sight of everything?

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes I think that the space between strength and weakness is not as large as we would like to think.