crowberry
There is no mist anymore. Having to get out is the only thing there is. It was so beautiful how he said, I'm gone, good bye. Carry me away.
I don't know if I care anymore. I think the rain will fall on me no matter what I try to use as protection. We can't chose. There is no choice. There is just accidents. And they are always so empty.
Falling through water in the time so endless, once more. For this game will survive in this never ending darkness, and it can't change its pace. I love how the water surrounds us but I want it to end. I need the promise of seeing the sky again.
I just can't think of anything else. I have the same dream every night. And these days that I never even thought about, were supposed to be something else, yet I only think the same things over and over. God. Dear God.
I am scared of ever getting it right. Of getting it wrong too for that matter. If someone can do it so well, how am I suppose to be my own? I don't know that at all.
"You make such beautiful words". Oh. And I feel so fine now. But I wish something more. And that's the thing, this would mean it ends.