Sometimes, I just hate what I know.
It simply kills me inside.
I've been thinking about alot of things lately and my head is a bit of a muddle.
It's hard to grasp things and keep them firmly in your grip because quicker than you know it,
they slide right through your fingers and you lose control.
Everything is spinning around me.
I just feel like screaming "STOP!"
I can run and run as fast and as far as I like but the truth is,
wherever I run,
here I am.

"Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fancy meet."