Everlong
My friends are telling me I've got to move on. Instead I'm holding on, I should be letting go, I should be draining this poison from my veins. There is no cure but the venom itself. Pain alone will bring feeling back inside this hollow structure. Desperate to set this free from my hands, the grasp is too strong even for me, I watch it in my palm, no longer is it me holding on, let go, just let go. The infinite possibilities remain, too seldom thought through to have even the slightest idea of what those possibilities are. Have you ever felt the way I do, no direction, no chance to change the past, you move forward, without thought. Stuck in a sinking sand pit, ropes dangle above my head, tempting and taunting. I couldn't reach them if I tried. Why waste the energy that remains at the tips of my fingers? If you could only feel this pain inside. The venom leaks, I can feel the rush, the numbing effect my tears have on me now. Only adding to the sand, lost in a thousand tiny sparkles, particles, that which I have no comparison to. We were once in the same, so why does is it able to drag me down so, what it is to overcome me this way. I think of you from time to time, as the rope. It dangles just beneath the reach of my hand. My palms, their grasp are not in my control. Save for the mere glimpse of a thought that if i could reach you, for a second, i would grow strong enough. I would grow to overcome the pit of unswealtering doubts, each sand particle represents in me. Instead I sit and refrain from movement, I am overcome, the weight in my hands now is too great to lift, reach is not a possibility any longer, the venom reaching the walls of all imagination now. I can hardly imagine what put me in such a place. How I ever let you go in the first place..