MarineElementia

And it is here, While I lie awake at night That my heart and mind sing of your name And I miss you. They sing a symphony, A chorus of beautiful harmonies. And they beg to be freed, To sing our song to the world. As I lay, They ripple below my skin And enchant all of me. They want to break free. Glorious rapture ensues as I burst And color fills the air. Beauty abounds As our song races through the open night, Searching. As color and sounds and beauty escape into the night You burst as well and our song becomes whole, A living thing. I want to dance and sing as my heart swells With your love, Our love, Mixing in the air

     It's amazing how small you are in the world when all you want to be is invisible. I found this out just recently. It isn't that I don't want to be around people or something like that, I've just felt very...distant.     I've always been the support system. I've been the shoulder to cry on, the ear to listen, and the giver of advice. Always. I don't mind at all- I love it. Lately, I've wondered about who was really there for me, after I'd always been there for them. But that thought seems selfish and whiny, so I push the thought back. After all, my situation could be worse, and no one owes me anything- I was there for them simply becaus