11/2/06

Slightly sick of stifling his world. still seduced by the slow sadness secreating from the past. Seeing his future slip away, still he can’t hold on. So he does what anyone else would he lets go. Free falling from far above, freak flashes of his life flitter before his eyes. Push, pushed, pushing it all out of his mind, pulsating heartbeats slow down. Still this life is going by too fast for him and he needs to catch a hold. he wants to fight, he wants to live, he wants it all, still he is sickened by the slow overwhelming sadness he feels. Take me away from today and firmly plant me in tomorrow.