My own struggle
I’m a simple person who prefers to remain silent. The only noise I want to hear is the long grass growing in the wind. I just want to be simply loved... but life has hurt me, and love has drained me. The days grow paler, and the wind seems to plunge me into silence. My heart yearns to dance, but is the time right? That’s the beauty of doubt. Do I dare to breathe? 'To live’ is the rarest thing in the world, and yet there is death... There is a battle in my chest, it ends my carefree nature and takes a bite out of my existence. I’m neither sad nor happy. I have rendered my soul exposed. What constitutes me? There is pure rage within me, like a shipwreck. Where does it come from? I suppose it is only one side of my nature. I have another. I’ll let you in on a little secret: My other side has a desire to love. I need only find my shield...
