Wednesday, February 11, 2009



There is no reason left for me to find.

No purpose I have yet to discover.

It happened as it was

I can do nothing

Time has shifted my mind towards other things, only for passing moments.

As I wake, as I breathe,

it haunts me.

Madness consumes me in moments of motionless memory.

The covers seem cold on hot nights, the heat to much to bear in the dead of winter.

Questions I can never answer twirl above me, dancing to deride me.

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