Contemplating the end of life,
I wish to return this Gift of Life back to God.
Would that be rude?
I am absent; my mind and body working against each other
I'm stuck between the crossroad of what I want to do and what I should do
I am unhappy
I am unappreciated
Destiny Vs. Predestination
I am still alone, no matter how many people surround me
I dream of closing my eyes to fall back towards the raging ocean
I fall, my body thrown and thrashed angrily back and forth in these waves which drown me
Who said you can never dream of falling?
My mind is open, but what can you really understand?
This is our ungodly hour
ginx vicioux










