keanu reeves by Deborah Feingold (1989) set 2
Fleeting moments
She yearns to feel love; to feel acceptance
Always wondering how things would be if she wasn’t so different
Thinking back at times where she felt missing from her own memories
Over analyzing every spoken word. Making sure no one suspects her biggest “flaw”
Racing heart beats large enough for all to see anytime she thinks about sharing her true self
Holding back moments in time that now seem wasted
How can she go on living when she fears her own reflection?
How will her family react when they learn of her hearts true intentions?
When will time slow down enough to allow a fleeting moment to linger right in front of her?
That’s all life really is; fleeting moments with hopes and false promises
Why can’t everyone be allotted a moment or two to find out who they really are?
A shot in the dark, aimed with the heart
They wonder why she’s changed so much since her tender years
Why she’s so angry at the world
Maybe it’s because the world isn’t fair,
Or maybe she hid for so long that she can’t even find herself
She changed not for herself but for society
Locking away her hearts desires to spare herself the ache that truth brings
All she wants is to be herself without fear of being abandoned
She likes to imagine a life where she can finally be herself
She’s happy again
But, is anyone missing from the picture?
Fear of the unknown keeps those dreams from becoming a reality
I wonder if I would be happy though?
I guess that’s why I continue dreaming of my unknown circumstances hoping I can catch a glimpse of happiness.
-Hannah Brownson
April 20, 2018
I’ve grown so much since writing this and I’m so fucking glad




