Even though time and space have changed the heart remains the same. Words and thoughts expressed some time ago however the heart didn’t have ears to hear. Still living on Hope. Yearning for a future that I can not predict. Heartstrings seem sewn in a stitch that can’t be cut. Can’t describe this hold that has invaded my aura. In so many ways, I feel lost so very lost. Missing that very thing with every tear that manages to fall. Gotta catch myself before I spill my thoughts and slip and fall cause I don’t have a net. I don’t like free-falling.