Consumed.

Questions and thoughts keep piercing my heart. Of few things I am confident; fewer things than an evening before. What are you left with when everything is taken away? Shadows of me linger in this darkness. Is truth something I’ve been hiding from? It chases after and yet somehow is still fleeting. I can feel myself becoming jaded wondering if any of it really matters or if love can withstand.

Some words that have been haunting me these last few months:

“I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none
There were sounds in my head
A little voice is whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening”

~Missy Higgins