don't ya hate it when that happens?
Sunday, March 13, 2005
it's funny, living and feeling, breathing and needing to eat. things you have to do, things you can't help but feel... seems you always just have to deal. it just seems that fighting makes you strong, but sometimes i get tired of fighting. i dont' know how to keep going at times when my will becomes weak.
moving, breathing, feeling fleeting
i can't seem to be much more
thoughts float swirling
body yearning
tired bruised swollen sore
inwards, outwards
cold.
yet shallow takes
purging racing pushing fate
hating love
insatiate