I want this light, this warm to enfold me and hold me close, but I sit alone in a thick dark cold, shivering.
This teeth chattering, bone shattering silence, what do I do with it?
I don't have the will, my heart fragile breaks with every beat, but I must live.
And the life I live is full of pain, endless, I can't count the miles.
Too many I have traveled, too many before me.
My feet hurt.
I want to sit, I want to rest, I want to be left alone.
But don't leave me here.
You can't bear the sight of me, well niehter can I.
The mirror is not my friend.
I wish it were.
Stop this never ending movement, I can't breath, my heart hurts and yet is satisfied.
And the calm eludes me forever hiding.
My breain ceases to think and I sink low.
The light has passed.
And what do you think of me...
now.