It's when you're cold and all alone that you start to think and reflect. You reflect on the choices and decisions you've made that brought you here. All the ifs and buts. And then the memories, happy and sad. You start to choke so you force it back, but you can't.
It's almost 4.
You're tired but not sleepy. Your mind keeps racing, jumping from thought to thought. Your heart beats and your blood flows. But somehow you don't feel alive. Somewhere inside you know, somewhere buried underneath that vast emptiness that you feel, is that sliver of hope. But you can't reach it. You fight to keep it in your grasp but it seems that you've lost all strength and will. You feel it slipping away ever so slowly so you look down. A feeling of overwhelming helplessness washes over you as it fades away.
And all that is left is sadness and pain.
posted by Karl @ 4:02 AM
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