Submissions by JoySeeker

I spoke to them of what is true, not knowing what was now isn't.
clinging no more to my safe place of the warning signs, all of that i ignored and so did they.  
veered my heart to right making sure I'm still here and a tingle assured my doubt that I'm here and I'm not, between those truths i happen to be and i hope for nothing more.  
rays of empathy cut through like the morning cuts through the night, slow yet sharp and sure.  
and them, like a songbird that is black and lonesome in the crowd, spilling words to my hopeless head to help me through the night.