Monday, February 14, 2005
i miss stnicks.
really.
i just really do all of a sudden.
this may seem juvenile
some might say i shld move on
but i can't help it
small things wld remind me of those times
n knowing that i'll nva have it bac makes me sad
this is sth i don't want to move on from
why should I
these memories are dear to me
they are all i have
i wish i cld go bac
n make evrything the same
this (childish?) impulse to turn bac time
nva have i fully realised this until this very moment
some things u can nva have them bac
they'll always live in ur heart
but sometimes that's not enough
u wish things cld be the same again
but that's not possible
people tell u to move on
or u feel it's 'time'
i dont think so
i like living in this rut
im not budging
this is one rut i nva want to get out of
i love u guys
always
blaque stepped into the dark at 11:40 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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