Missing It was once easier to see the light. To trust. To fall in love. To have your heart in the palm of your hand. To see good in people. To lay on the ground and watch the clouds roll by. To be patient. Time was slow. There was a lot of it. Now, It seems like there isn't any time at all. Friends say goodbye. Lovers break your heart. Bystanders rip you apart. Loneliness becomes your company. Substances provide your bliss. I long for the innocence of my youth. When action replaced caution. When the shadows didn't haunt your dreams. When demons didn't knock on your door. When tears weren't a nightly ritual. When you could still count one night stands. When each meeting was a hopeful interlude. When screaming wasn't the only thing my head wanted to do. I ramble. I concede. I lay my head down on the pillow. And I silently scream.
