Staring at the clock.
The bright red lights glare at me, yet hypnotize me.
It's three in the morning.
I've paid my dues for the day, but now, I'm faced with what I've been trying to run away from for days.
The emptiness inside is like no other, in the respect that there is no reason for it.
For now, I have no reason to be upset.
It's what's coming that hurts.
With this in mind, and my body feeling heavy in its empty state, i lie in my broken misery.
One would say you can't change the past, but you could change the present.
But I can't change my present.
It's far out of my control.
Like a whirling cyclone, life is spinning out of control, and I stand against the wind of this destructive force, bending as a tree would when faced with harsh winds.
I feel as if, by standing still, resisting, letting this happen, I will bend till I simply break.
Dodging sleep again, I look back to the clock.
Three in the morning.
Another failed attempt to escape you.
