2005-03-08 - 4:39 p.m.
What do i do now?
Cling to the tattered shreds of what i used to know as Self?
When all my passion has been burnt away?
When the taint of harsh reality has polluted every fantasy?
When everything i’ve ever loved,
every joy i’ve ever known,
has been littered with the remains of failed endeavors?
With forgotten dreams?
With pain?
i’m not strong-
my safety nets have all collapsed.
i’m trapped-
trapped by all the webs we weave,
entangled by the raging winds of change.
life has become too fast, too loud.
Too hard.
But where can i turn?
i’ve backed myself against the wall,
and there can be no calm retreat.
