They walked out on me. They haven't done that since I was a beginner. The cycle is complete
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Barefoot inside the palace
8-5-2008 To: A G
When my dreams become my nightmares What I dream of doing is what can be my major sin My desire is what prompts me to do anything But is it really in my fate to do this anything? Does it really matter what I do?
I'm no longer afraid Perhaps through me I still am afraid Yet I drew the courage on my face My soul has become alienating from submission and adhesion Looking around and no one in sight Are they really following me? Or am I following my own footsteps? Am i really dieing?