Friday, June 19, 2009
 | Whats next and where the hell am I going. How am I supposed to look at anyone again. I may have trapped myself into this corner. Run and run but back to this place all over. Sadness that leach's into my brain quickly. For something I do not know how to identify. Into the ring I challenge anyone but myself. Backing down as I attempt to reach inside. Like the drowsy drive home I can't shake it. Do not tell me the reasons it should not be. I am aware of the joys that should consume. Not a need for comfort but to find it for me. To know that the chair is there if I get tired. Even though I may not sit I want for it bad. Selfish is the warmth for which I search long. Pleasure in myself my actions that take out. Removal of the wind from my own main sheet. A party for my pities to laugh at all my ways. Empty would be the room but for my sorrows. The cake uncut as I sit in the darkness waiting. My candles to be lit so I may see my wish true. |
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