Thursday, October 6, 2011

Getting Through the Night

I am too sick and tired.
Complaining about things that may never change has worn me out so completely.
And now, I am sitting on my bed, trying so hard to resist the gloomy gravity. Only at times like this, believing that an army made of one soldier can beat life seems like quite trifling.
I need somebody to tell me it's not. I need another voice echoing what I want so much to hear.
No voice resonates through the blankness but my own.
Is it too shameful to admit that I am alone?
Well, I am, very much.

Tonight, everything feels painfully alienated.