Tuesday, 10 February 2015
The fear of fear, don't ask the question cause you know you don't want to hear, but the here and now as the dreams darken and weight on your chest grows heavy, and i would lift you if i could but at the moment, i'm not feeling so good, myself. And i'm moved but not close enough to hold on for good. so the days are counted down and the feeling of here and now, and the morning is harder to grasp. the emptiness off another temptress. the void of wanting and the wait, till everything that has been before is so far away you really cant believe it was ever here or there as it may of been, your still living believing the time will come to leave your mark, but it is hard to see your mark when you close the curtains and sit in the dark.