Not Knowing

I don't know what to say.

I'm a bit confused.

I love you, I know that.

I have for a long time.

I don't know what that means though

Before, i always had a story to tell

Some fabulous future to run towards

Perhaps grow tired of not reaching.

Or,

appreciating a "Now" that slowly grows stale

Like a garden without imaganation.

This ache is the result of many beatings

self administered, like injections

By some crazed junkie.

So for truth, for any knowing to come

I have to be quiet, or at least try to be still

In my murmurings, I will write myself sane

Knowing your there, on your own journey

Shining brighter each day

We burn.