PIT

emptiness 

dark

the silence after the storm

the storm of events laughter

sparks, distraction

then

gutsts of cold icy icy

air gushes in the face of conscious sleep

think 

think

were did it go all wrong

was it ever right

okay

okay

then there are no thoughts

just loneliness

awake

aseelp

and inbetween the two

what torture there is without faith

without purpose

and all i want is someone to not

accept

not allow

but support

with harsh rigid scepticism

say

no

you are wrong

you are doing wrong

and not be my friend

as it turns out

i am not even my friend

a partner companion

builder of a rightful pure

purposefull future

but right now

i have to work on a right self

doing right things

and not just thinking of right intentions

alas my friend

we shall feel no pain

or feel nothing

as i once used to

and always will wish.

how do you

how do

u

do u....

BackDated from November9th 2011