(no subject)

[silentwitness]

Somehow I always end up where I started.
Alone.
Waiting.
Watching.
Hoping.
Losing.

Retreating to a world of dramatic imagery.

Retreating to the cool greys of nothingness.

Reveling in numbness but anticipating pain.

I'd hoped it was merely a faze, but it's an inevitability of life. A certainty of my mind. A vicious circle beginning and ending in shadow.

I'm sorry.