i wasn’t sure how to cope
with losing myself
so i dyed my hair again
and started planning to move
back to my hometown
hoping that some kind of
drastic, unpredictable switch-up
would remind me
of who i was supposed to be
but i don’t think i’ll be found
in the color purple
or the beaches i left behind
and that, just like when i started starving
to numb the heartache
maybe i’m simply grasping
for something to hold onto
while my world is spiraling
out of control.
Wow. I feel it.
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thank you….i find it hard to capture the sentiment of feeling lost xx
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I felt that so much. incredible as always ❤
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thank you! your constant encouragement enables me to keep writing 🙂 xx
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We can try to move on but the heart has a mind of its own, and no matter where we physically move, or how we change our appearance, the heart remains the same. Well-penned.
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thank you so much. how i do wish at times that the heart changed with the circumstances xx
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You are kindly welcome. Don’t we all!
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