Unraveling

One underlying theme here is how my imagination/fantasy, reality and fears can often be closely tied together. Inspired by Bjork

When I see you walk away
my heart unravels like a ball of yarn.
Even though you haven't left
my stern mind won't rest in turn
when everything around me, is held up
by my yearning.

When I see you walk to me
my heart unravels like a ball of yarn.
When everything I've held inside
won't hide behind the walls I've learned.
When nothing inside me, is held in
by my discerning.

When I feel this disappear
my heart unravels like a ball of yarn.
I don't want a thing to change
but I fear that I'll lose everything.
Then my tender heart is scathed
by my suffering.

When I feel this growing
my heart unravels like a ball of yarn.
I'm like putty in your hands
and I want nothing but to feel.
Where nothing inside me, is dampened
by my reeling.

Then I see you vanish and
my heart unravels like a ball of yarn.
I know I saw something in your eyes
but now this dream is lost in time.
Now I'm left here open and denied
by this heart of mine.

Add Curt Schilling to the list of great ballplayers who don’t know when to quit

THANK GOD this needed to be said. Finally my continued sentiment of Schilling's dispicable tendencies of shooting off his mouth at every single thing that occurs in today's society- both in and outside of baseball. WHO CARES MAN???? Good to know that more people besides me are fed up with his love for the sound of his own voice. He's thrown countless people under the bus, only to recant and desperately try to blame others "misunderstanding" him in the media. I can't stand people who think everyone needs to hear their every opinion on everything. Who made you the grand resource of wisdom? I'm sad for this world if that were ever to be the case.

Have some dignity man.