Aug 18, 2008 12:30
always going going going contrary to the direction in which i want to go. the wind strikes my back as i walk but it's too late to turn around and in doing so will probably be more painful. i've already moved away and i will not stop. though i just want want to ebb. i want to return like the tide does with the sea. each breath i take is exstinguished before it is released. i can't help being afraid every day. waiting for my heart to finally give out. i wish there were no people. i wish there wasn't even me. there are no messages for me. and there will not be any messages tomorrow.