Day 275

I keep wavering and I'm getting sea sick. Hold me in place before I drift away. Will you be my anchor?

Sometimes I wish that people knew how I'm trying to reach out to them. A lot of us say things we don't mean. So what people say to us don't mean very much. I wish they knew that I take a lot of care to how I approach them. Every encounter starts with concern and debate. The words that I say were formed from the heart. But they don't know this and I'm left with no words.

I care very much and I make it known. But still how I wish they knew. Am I getting through to you?