Words like soon, love, want and friend are meaningless these days, any day, all day, every day... We lie to ourselves so much they become our beliefs.

This cage has no floor, the ceiling seems too close and its so hard to claw at it with one arm wrapped around yourself and if it's true: "it's not how you feel it's what you do" then I guess I'm shit out... for everything, for the times I feel too much and do too little, think too hard and bite my tongue

Yet this argument is not a rational one.. perhaps that's why I fear so much. I can't let go..

In my dreams I'm always falling, always running, always on the verge of a scream that never quite leaks past my lips.. And I just wait for someone to ease me away, which would only lead to dependency.. Am I not strong enough on my own? Or just strong enough to endure and too weak to change?? Ever drifting, yet tied to this rock, this island... feeling swell. But I freed enough my mind to imagine, but the fear grips me still stuck on this chair, unable to swim, gazing outside, remaining within....

Escuchando: Evanescence - Good Enough

Estado: Lonely