yupyup.

The energy is drained.we are heavy with exaustion, hurt, burden.our eyes brush the bottom, yet our minds fly into unknown depths.we feel the sting, the burn. the rush,and as we do so, we relax ourselves knowing we may accomplish rest in the eyes of the dead.we, may be carried away to peace; our anxieties resting upon the shoudlers of the grieving.but no; we carry on like wounded soldiers, bearing the heavy, undecided world in our hearts.turning each corner with uneasiness, unsure once again of what lies before us.but we would turn back with ease, to re-start the clock and soak in the raw emotion we once missed.but it is too late. i lay myself down in this bed of regret, without your comfort wrapping my insecurities.i can imagine, yet not for much longer.i let this sink in and chill my bones.why can't i have this once more?