Aug 20, 2005 21:38
Pressing on seems so great an effort now,
Contuing the daily habits,
The normal routine is just so...
I wish I didn't want it this badly,
To cling to a dying hope as much as I do,
That this dream I have,
As beautiful and pure as it seems to be,
Holds the greatest fault of all,
That it does not exist,
And never will.
...a cold cold sweat until another one comes along.