To The Blue Sky. . .
8.05.2003
Do you ever feel this way? Do you feel anything at all? I feel this. I feel it in my veins. It stops up all my arteries. It stops the breath short of my teeth. I wrench, and gasp, and plead with my heart to beat again. . . but my head always wins these battles.
"Sleep now while you can. All this struggle is useless. All is for nothing. Just give in. Just embrace this. . ."
I give into these lies once more.