sammygirl
There's as much unease in between my ribs as there is on Wall Street. I don't know if I made the right choice. I'm afraid.
Finding a way in the darkness, a path lit by nothing else other than intuition. Society says one thing, your heart another, mind another, and body yet another. How do you decide what's right other than by just closing your eyes and following your feet?
There’s a lot of proof of feelings, evidence of how I feel about you woven into every moment. Every way I touch you. The fear and falling pit I get when I realize that I’m letting myself trust you. When trust was never an option before. I hope there’s no substantial evidence on why I shouldn’t.