Sunday, April 19, 2009

my flow can part a sea

I am simply tired.
I am tired of living like this.
I am tired of getting my gut ripped out from under me.
I feel all alone in this house.

I am on the edge of just falling.
Falling into something I'm not ready for.
I am not ready to go.

But sometimes you just have to think
that something has to be on the otherside.
Freedom, a chance to breathe

because surrounded in these dry wall walls are cutting off my air supply.
and i feel something fatal coming on.

I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift...
--Pea