Sunday, 18 November 2012
12:38:18 AM (GMT)
I inhale, blue, yellow, pink, hoping to once again find safety in color. Nothing,
not even poetry, not even touch, can anchor my mind now. I'm drifting farther and
farther out every day. Now, I can understand those people, the ones who have
everything and still aren't happy. Nothing is satisfying when your mind has nothing
to rest on. This is beyond loneliness. This beyond what another person can give me.
This is beyond words. It started inside me long ago, but now, it's outside me as
well, and I'm drowning in it.