Oh ate, six-teen, two zero zero six.
Forgotten innocence of childhood dreams. Insinuations of my mind. Incredible urges that I can‘t un-teach.. Seems like this time, matter, place, being...wouldn’t be beyond my own reach. The thoughts of already knowing what’s soon to come. Betrayal of my spirit. Gnawing at my soul, crushing me. Realization of the nothingness that I’ll always be. Solitude will be my only escape when it’s all said and done.
And the un-evenness of my nails...that’s what is keeping me from keeping it all.
And the grip on my so called life is gone.