Everything moves in circles.
Spining continuously.
There is no straighjt path.
I, for some reason try to fly
even when my wings are still unretrieved.
I end up caught in webs
falling back to wear I began.
One million needles penetrate
my heart...
my lungs...
I can barely endure it but somehow
I am still breathing
and living for you.
Every tear shead becomes more
unbearable then the last.
The doors to my mind release
secrets of my faded memory.
It is difficult to cry.
I wish to cease it.
My inner screaming will not subside.
I wish to silence it.
Absolutly everything is perpetual.
Life seems to be going nowhere.
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