Lost

Two sides remain, and yet neither can reconcile with the other: strength versus passion. Somewhere along the way, both became entangled and inexorably separate; she gropes after both and is left with nothing. She sees this as weakness, but I never understood where it all became shattered. She was always a source of inspiration to me.

Talented, beautiful, determined…

Simplicity and complexity so deep you could drown in it, and I wonder if she ever let me in at all, because somewhere along the way she lost herself and I lost her.

I grope after her, but am left with nothing. Is this my weakness?

Somewhere along the way I lost myself. Maybe she’ll find it.

~ by eeratka on May 5, 2008.