Here's my question. When you have hit rock bottom in your life before and come out of it alive why do you fall back down as soon as things get better?
How strong do you have to be to withstand the emptiness, the bone-chilling, soul-grating thunder?
I need to know. I need to know how to be able to stand up against the storm, to fill the void when cyclonic winds suck the life right out of me.
I want warmth to lift me out of the gravitational abyss...to melt my eyes into a honeycomb and make me see only you.
Sweet, dulce amorcito...there was a time you danced your way into my heart.
But, somehow over time you lost your rhythm and now you just stomp.