I’m not too sure…of what or where this is, this place I’m at here now…Its quiet now – the people have left for home, i’m alone – very alone – but safe, i look to one side and then to the other opposite side, its cool – Its me,by myself here close to something, though not knowing what it is – or understanding why i am here.
Its cool, moist like a forest – its green, though brown someplaces…i think i’ve been here before, once apon a time – when i was down, bear and open-exposed.
Yes, i remember know…this place i stayed at – for a long while – i remember.
I am back her now, but this time i am not crying and i’m not trying…this time im here and im not too sure why.
This time I’m not scared, not crying, not trying to hide.
Mabe its because i’m bleeding inside.