Friday, March 13, 2009 @ 10:36 PM
Trapped in an indefinite loop of emotional turmoil.

The final click; final pull; final breath.

Wishing; hoping it mitigates soon.

Cause i don't know how long i can hold out.

I'm not 'emo'.


What does it show when a person is much more comfortable being in his head than out?
That he's exhibiting sociopathic symptoms.

In the nights, creatures often gather like hounds - sniffing out the lastest gossips. I chose solitary confinement instead of social interaction. It's not you, its me.

Problems loom overhead like ominous clouds darkening the sky.

They resound incessantly in my head forcing me to choose a quieter form of reflection. Otherwise, its impossible to mitigate the resulting ripples.

It humbles me to receive bounts of concern time and time again. But there's no cause for worry. Its simply a temporal phase.

Time heals all wounds.