Thursday, December 17, 2009
These sentences slip past these ghost town images of my sundays
I'm losing my mind, one day I might just snap and all that will be left is the shell of me, my mind will be gone. Because soon it will no longer be able to hold all the thoughts I have, it will confuse my memories with dreams and I will no longer be able to know the past from the present. Last night I read and old aim conversation and the things it said brought tears to my eyes, my heart started pounding and I thought I might stop breathing, but then suddenly the tears stopped and my breath steadied, and I stopped feeling, the hurt, the anger, the sadness.
maybe I'm turning into a robot, maybe my heart really is stone.
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