Dec 27, 2005 13:27
I watch the sun and the moon chase each other through the sky. Night into Day into Night, always.
It is a war without end.
This house, I can no longer stand it... The linoleum peels. The paint chips. The wood, it rots. I cannot stay. It will collapse, burying me underneath.
I will die here.
I must muster the courage now, to fight. To break free.
I will not die here.
Walking out the door I will chase the sun and the moon through the sky. Night into Day into Night, always.
It is a war without end.