4:08 p.m. ||August 04, 2005
Poem
You struggle to keep yourself together and hold on to that last bit of sanity. Why do you hold on when it would be so much easier to let go and become swallowed up in the flow of your addictions? It's so hard to keep one face foward while the other's looking back, drowning in memories. The memories consume you and a part of you is lost. It fades so much that you wonder who you are or if you're here at all. The flow goes on and on until you can't perceive reality and everything is like a dream of a distant past. You've become frozen in time.
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