I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything