hiding.

i feel like a kid playing hide and seek and hiding and realizing how great it is to be hidden and trying not to breathe so as not to be found.

also, i was the kid that would stay hidden if in a particularly good hiding spot, long after the seeker had stopped playing until feelings of guilt caught up with me, and i'm a pretty good runner, but things have a way of catching up.

i live for the days when the words in my head are my own. so i am waiting. and i know while i wait for things like that, i may seem moody. probably because i am.

you know how it is.