Jan 09, 2009 01:07
I sat in the cold while my socks froze,
My nose may have been running
But I couldn’t of cared less.
I sat there short of breath
While my lungs couldn’t catch up.
I turned numb and it felt good.
I listen to the airplane
I heard the cars pass
And the wind race around.
Surrounded by everything
Yet nothing.
There was numb and nothing
Though there was no me.