February 22, 2010

i walk the lines between now and then.

do you know how it feels to be shrinking ?
to be falling short of everything asked ?
to become smaller
and smaller
every fucking day?
"in the end the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by yourself."
i have no legs.
no walking.
no steps.
i'm idle.
lonely.
and fucked in the head.