Upon the reclection of his own mortality, the coldness will remind him, or make him forget the warmth he once had. He tries to muster up the strength for hope, but thinks to himself about how hope shouldn't be something that he has to muster. He wishes he could just have the faith to believe, that what he was doing here wasn't in vain, that he isn ( Read more... )

in the darkness he shudders. the cold wind crawls over his body and makes all the hair on his body stand on end. He tries to move around to keep some warmth, but its hopeless, it escapes him. He sits on his concrete floor and thinks about what brought him here. The desicions, the choices, what led him on such a path to end up here, inprisioned and ( Read more... )

and sometimes all he wants to do is see her, she doesn't know how her voice would destory him so. Why can't he just let go. Turn off the lights and go home, but then again, you'll always be alone.

This is probably pointless and out of boredom and out of being alone that I write this ( Read more... )

I have no where else to type this, so its going here ( Read more... )

and sometimes i wonder, if she knows how alone she makes me feel. I sha'll have no more fears. Whati s gone is gone. Never look back because she might not be looking at you.

Dear Father,

I need You, Your strength my heart to mend. I want to fly higher, every new day again.

the classics will always get to me.

so this wave goodbye
its too hard to smile
so i'll just turn my eyes
and i wish i could say i'm sorry
but my heart is caught in my throat.

I don't even know where to start, it feels like the wind has been taken out of me. And I don't know what to do ( Read more... )

this is how i feel ( Read more... )