The things we seek, never come easy
The things we fight for, sometimes let us down
What is the point, then, you ask wisely, of feeling at all?

If only I knew the answer.
If only I could turn off the switch.

I wouldn't be left here,
in the bright star-light,
staring at your face.

Wondering, hoping,
wishing, waiting &
eventually dying.

This journal is now FRIENDS ONLY. Please leave a comment if you want to be my friend. Heh. Heh.

PS: This doesn't apply to you if you're on my friends' list.