I removed meaning from everything.
I am not here again.
I don't know what i'm walking on.
I need nothing.

If I could see and believe in somebody's eyes that my existence is real
It would be a nice, comforting lie.
You look like a feather too.
Maybe that is why I tell myself I found something.

This portage between "life" and "death" is far too long and meaningless.
I want to throw myself off the edge of the world.
My heart is beating fast.
My pulse offers words of encouragement that I cannot decipher.

I have gained another free ticket to throw in that mountainous pile.



Sarah

January 17th, 2007 11.46a.m.