These passing moments. These passing times. How long must I wait, this perpetual darkness that envelops all. Not seeing what lays ahead for my self, but seeing the future for others. This seemingly endless darkness, I am so fond of, has been my home for as long as I can remember. All ways seeing the light that everyone else lives in, and not being able to touch it. That which brings happiness, delight, at ease, cheeriness, warmth. Why can’t I touch it, why can’t I attain it? Am I forever cursed to wallow in self pity, regret, distaste, distrust? Forever loathing what I have become, what I am, my own existence. The familiar smells of disseat, discord, and discontent; they rot and fester in my mind and soul and heart. Forever longing for death. Forever longing for life. I sit beside my self with loath, malice, and content as my only companions in thought.
 Mr.Huggles · Sat Apr 14, 2007 @ 03:27pm · 1 Comments |
