Here Again
So here am I again
sitting all alone in my room
lost in my grey icy world.
the silence of the night
is broken only by the whirling of the fan
and
nothing else.
the hands of the clock tick by
seconds pass, and then minutes.
outside, the world sleeps
comforted by the darkness that envelops them.
inside my room, I continue to sit, almost unmoving
imprisoned by my self, my thoughts
my emotions, my memories.
How can I not feel all that I’m feeling now?
- the core , the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t July 22nd, 2005
