March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
When where you were before
Isn't where you are now...
A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest...
Doubt:
I was wondering when you would finally arrive...
I am leaving tonight
The sorrow is much painful...
Anxiety:
Ah! It's you! It's been quite a while...
There have been many days in my life when I...
Let alone continue living...
Feeling empty in the dark
Losing sanity in cracks...
we weave words
like tangles of fragile threads...
my heart,
is separated by the narrowest...
The only lie I can guiltlessly tell is one where I...
That each day is the straight and narrow...
If I dive down
deep...