Just Words

Doesn’t seem like much these words put down on paper, a collection of thoughts, ramblings, random parsings, pieces of me, loving, hurting, spaced apart just so, rhythmical in their own way. This is my form of song from the singer who cannot song, from the dancer who cannot dance; my patterns and routine to living, my breath and heartbeat to life. Simple words, nothing elaborate just how and what I feel at this moment of joy, pain, heartache trying to get through the days recalling the past now lost with little help of recovery. The words somehow, help me live on, alone, trying my best to still be me, without you. My choice now, loving and having lost hurts too much to try once more or to ever love again. All I leave you then, are just words.