thoughts:
caught up in a dogma of lies and deception that time has no time to heal anything. reliving the same feeling night after night day after day. plunging into a whirlpool that seems to get even deeper. holding on to thoughts that spikes every inch of my living memory. grabbing the very essence that makes the past what it used to be. trying to be all that i hope to achieve. not wanting to forget what i want to forget. forgetting the things that i do want to forget. gasping for air as i struggle through the abyss of mess created by the hands that i so longed for. hoping to get one last chance before the world fades into the dark nothingness of infinite space.
the thing i want to do i do not.
the thing i want not to do i do.
