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by Danielle Mar 13, 2007 category : Life, society / other
As i sit here my muscles tense, my stomach sick, my head dizzy, i am overwhelmed. the anxiety grabs hold, my throat tense, my eyes strained, a sickness crawling within me, oh to finish the task! where to start, i sit here, scratching my head, i cant start, its too difficult. i don't want to be here, i want to sleep, to dream, to love, away from everything. ah, to sleep, the comfort of dreams, the simplicity of awakening, to know its not real, a blessing and a curse. i must go, i must start, make progress, in this grueling society, conforming, the rule. my head hurts, i sit back, stretch out, lie down to shut my velvet eyes, to sleep... with endless possibilities.