"...slowly breaking through the daylight..."
..these shadows creep along the edge of me, just when I throw my hands up in the desperate search for the end of myself..
and what have I proven here? what have gained. is the water clear, or do the ripples still rage? I cannot get back to the place where we were, and I cannot place together the pieces that I have shattered. not just any pieces, but your pieces. I feel as if I am wasting away, and I cannot hear you as I have before. I cannot feel what I once loved.
where am I? who am I...what has happened here....what have I done...
I want to stop. I want to begin. I am apathetic.
and I never have been.
I am not happy with me. I am not happy with what Ive done.
I do not want this anymore.
I cannot see the forest anymore, for all of these trees
"...the forest, for all the trees..."